A drought came to a small village. It lasted for what seemed an eternity. The crops died, the well dried, and the people suffered greatly. Without rain, there seemed no end to the misery that befell them.As the problem worsened, a group of townspeople decided to call a meeting. They felt there was no hope. Then a wise elder suggested that the community gather for prayer. The people seemed shocked by the thought. They were not accustomed to praying together and certainly not in a town meeting. But left with no other options, the group agreed and the prayer service was scheduled.
When the appointed day arrived, all the people of the village were present. They shuffled to the town square with eyes downcast, reluctant to have others think they believed in something that seemed so childish. Arms crossed, they mumbled to their neighbors and searched the crowd waiting for someone to begin.
The wise elder, seeing that all were present, came forward. He climbed upon a small stone bench so as to be better seen. Clearing his throat, he opened his mouth to speak, but instead broke into a wide smile. The crowd grew curious and followed his gaze to a small child seated near the back. She beamed with excitement. On the ground next to her, poised and ready for use, was a bright red umbrella.
The elder finally broke the silence. With tears in his eyes, he said, “This child has taught us a lesson in faith. We came here to pray for rain. She came expecting it.”
~adapted from unknown author
2. Music is powerful. It can transform and transport us. Just watch and see. (The last minute is priceless!)
God is good! Happy Friday!!
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