Now the wife of one of the sons of the prophets cried out to Elisha, “Your servant, my husband, is dead, and you know that your servant feared the LORD. And now his creditor is coming to take my two children as his slaves!” “How can I help you?” asked Elisha. “Tell me, what do you have in the house?” She answered, “Your servant has nothing in the house but a jar of oil.”
When the post drops through the door, one kind of envelope can make your stomach tighten before you have even picked it up. Letters like that often end up face down on the hall table for days, walked past each morning with shoulders held a little higher. Under the worry about the number, a quieter fear can sit, that being in debt says something about your faith.