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I read the story, related by another preacher, that was printed several years ago in the "Pentecostal Evangel" where J. K. Gressett wrote about an agriculturist named Samuel S. Scull, who lived on a farm in Arizona. This is part of the story he told:
"One night, a fierce storm struck with rain, hail, and high winds. At daybreak, feeling sick and fearing what he might find, Samuel went to survey the loss. The hail had beaten their garden and truck patch into the ground; the house was partially unroofed; the henhouse had blown away, and dead chickens were scattered about. Destruction and devastation were everywhere. While standing dazed, evaluating the mess, and wondering about the future, he heard a stirring in the lumber pile that was the remains of the henhouse. A rooster was climbing up through the debris, and he didn’t stop climbing until he had mounted the highest board on the pile. That old rooster was dripping wet, and most of his feathers were blown away. But as soon as the sun came over the eastern horizon, he flapped his bony wings and proudly crowed.” (From a CAL post) Sometimes you feel as though all you've been through this year has crashed in on you, but, like that old wet rooster, we are able to rise up out of the mess today and still give glory to the One who has redeemed us and kept us safe, bringing us to where we are right now. Are things still a mess around us? Sure, but for now, let's lift our head to heaven and give thanks to the Lord who has blessed us far greater than we all deserve. |
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