The Flour Bin Story
It is the year 2020 and everyone is at home and not allowed to go out, there is a virus on the loose!
Shops, schools, gyms, bars, churches and public buildings are closed. Businesses are waiting in suspense for the news to announce if and when they will be allowed to trade again.
Food shops have been raided leaving empty shelves. While households have gone into lock down, people across the country are cooking meals from scratch. New skills are learned everyday... how to bake their own bread, cakes, pies and biscuits... but many food items are running out. Flour is one of them. In amongst them all millers worked day and night to fulfil the nonstop tide of demand. It was then we decided it was time to do our part.
The name The Flour Bin came from a story of another time when flour was scares then too...
The Story begins... a long time ago in a far away land...
There was a holy man called Elijah who prophesied "There is going to be a severe drought".
His God then told Elijah, “Get out of here, head east and hide out at by a brook where you can drink fresh water from the brook and I will send the ravens to feed you meat.”
Elijah obeyed. And sure enough, ravens brought him his meals, both breakfast and supper, and he drank from the brook.
Eventually the brook dried up because of the drought. Then God spoke to him again: “Get up and go to west to a village near the coast and live there. I’ve instructed a woman who lives there, a widow, to feed you.”
So he got up and went. As he came to the entrance of the village he met a woman, a widow, gathering firewood. He asked her, “Please, would you bring me a little water in a jug? I need a drink.” As she went to get it, he called out, “And while you’re at it, would you bring me something to eat?”
She said, “I swear, as surely as your God lives, I don’t have so much as a biscuit. I have a handful of flour in a jar and a little oil in a bottle; you found me scratching together just enough firewood to make a last meal for my son and me. After we eat it, we’ll die.”
Elijah said to her, “Don’t worry about a thing. Go ahead and do what you’ve said. But first make a small biscuit for me and bring it back here. Then go ahead and make a meal from what’s left for you and your son. This is the word of my God: ‘Your flour bin will not run out and the bottle of oil will not become empty before God sends rain on the land and ends this drought.’”
And she went right off and did it, did just as the holy man asked. And it turned out as he said—daily food for her and her family. Her flour bin didn’t run out and the bottle of oil didn’t become empty: God’s promise fulfilled to the letter, exactly as Elijah had delivered it!