5 The altar split in half, and the ashes fell to the ground, just as the prophet had warned.
6 “Please pray to the Lord your God and ask him to heal my hand,” Jeroboam begged.The prophet prayed, and Jeroboam's hand was healed.
7 “Come home with me and eat something,” Jeroboam said. “I want to give you a gift for what you have done.”
8 “No, I wouldn't go with you, even if you offered me half of your kingdom. I won't eat or drink here either.
9 The Lord said I can't eat or drink anything and that I can't go home the same way I came.”
10 Then he started home down a different road.
11 At that time an old prophet lived in Bethel, and one of his sons told him what the prophet from Judah had said and done.