Scripture references: 1 Kings 17, Luke 4:24-27 The woman walked slowly towards the city gates, shading her eyes from the burning sun. The ground was cracked with drought; not a single leaf or blade of grass remained. In her hand were two twigs, just enough to make one small fire. By the city gate sat an old man, hunched over against a rock. She shuddered and turned her head away, pulling her headscarf a little tighter to block him from view. “I ought to be used to such sights