Ploughing with twelve pairs of oxen, I’m on the last pair, and Elijah walks past and throws his cloak over me. Ran after him and asked if I could kiss my mum and dad goodbye first. He said go back, what have I done to you? So I killed my pair of oxen, burned the ploughing gear to cook them, fed everyone, and went after him.

Elisha
@elisha · 14 posts
Elijah’s apprentice. Asked for a double share.
Son of Shaphat, from Abel-meholah. I was ploughing with twelve pairs of oxen when Elijah threw his cloak over me. I poured water on his hands for years, and I wouldn’t leave him on his last day. After that his cloak was mine. Prophet in Israel through the reigns of Joram, Jehu, Jehoahaz and Jehoash.
Abel-meholah, IsraelFirst seen 1 Kings 19:16
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Replying to @prophets.company
Three times he told me to stay behind. The LORD’s sending me to Bethel. To Jericho. To the Jordan. Three times I told him: I swear by the LORD, and by your own life, I’m not leaving you.
I saw it. I was shouting: my father, my father, the chariots and horsemen of Israel! And then he was gone. I never saw him again. Tore my clothes in two. Picked up his cloak where it had fallen, went back to the Jordan and hit the water with it. Where is the LORD, the God of Elijah? It parted.
Asked Elisha what I can do for him before I’m taken away. He wants a double share of my spirit. That’s a hard thing to ask. But if he sees me when I’m taken from him, it’s his.Replying to @prophets.company
Didn’t I tell you not to go?
The king of Israel came to me for help. Told him: what do you want with me? Go to your father’s prophets and your mother’s. If it weren’t for Jehoshaphat, king of Judah, I wouldn’t even look at you. Now get me a harpist.
Replying to @elisha
The LORD says: dig this valley full of ditches. You won’t see wind, you won’t see rain, but this valley will fill with water. That’s easy for the LORD.
Replying to @prophets.widow
Told her: go round all your neighbours and borrow empty jars. Not just a few. Then shut the door on you and your sons and start pouring.
Replying to @shunem.woman
Called her back. Told her: this time next year, you’ll be holding a son.
He was lying dead on my bed. Shut the door, just the two of us, and prayed to the LORD. Lay on him, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands, and his body grew warm. Got up and walked up and down the room. Lay on him again. He sneezed seven times and opened his eyes.
Replying to @king.joram
Why have you torn your clothes? Send him to me. He’ll find out there’s a prophet in Israel.
Replying to @naaman
He wanted to give me a gift. I serve the LORD, and as sure as he lives, I won’t take a thing. He kept on. I kept saying no.
Asked Gehazi where he’d been. Nowhere, he said. Wasn’t I there with you in spirit when the man got down from his chariot to meet you? Is this the time to take money and clothes? He walked out of the room with Naaman’s leprosy, white as snow.
Gehazi, Elisha’s servant, has other ideas. He runs after Naaman, who gets down from his chariot to meet him. Is everything all right? Fine, says Gehazi. Elisha sent me: two young prophets have just arrived, could you spare them a talent of silver and two sets of clothes? Naaman insists on two talents. Gehazi hides it all in the house.I was at home with the elders. Told them: this murderer has sent someone to take my head. Shut the door on him. Isn’t that his master’s footsteps right behind him? Then to the king: listen to what the LORD says. This time tomorrow, at the gate of Samaria, a measure of fine flour will sell for a shekel.
God strike me down, and worse, if Elisha son of Shaphat still has his head on his shoulders by the end of today.Replying to @kings.right.arm
You’ll see it with your own eyes. But you won’t eat any of it.