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S2tbolt
Posted on Tuesday, April 08, 2008 - 12:53 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Custodian/Admin only)


Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast.
He constantly advertised for hired hands.
Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic.
They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic,
wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.
As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job,
he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. "
Are you a good farm hand?" the farmer asked him.
"Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.
Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him.

The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk,
and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.
Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.
Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed
next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters.
He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! a storm is coming!
Tie things down before they blow away!"
The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you,
I can sleep when the wind blows.
"Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot.
Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm.
To his amazement, he discovered that all of the hay stacks had been covered
with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops,
and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured.
Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away.

The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant,
so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

Moral of this story

When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear.



Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm
against the storm.
We secure ourselves against the storms of life by grounding ourselves
in the Word of God.
We don't need to understand, we just need to hold His hand
to have peace in the middle of storms.



The Text of this beautiful story was forwarded to me by a friend without an author noted.
We have just found that this is an Uncle Arthur story. I think the title was "I can sleep on windy nights" from -- Uncle Arthur's Online.


Thanks to Rheba : )

Ref http://www.hall4bc04.org/Storm.htm
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Rah7777777
Posted on Tuesday, April 08, 2008 - 09:38 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Custodian/Admin only)

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Johnnylunchbox
Posted on Tuesday, April 08, 2008 - 11:23 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Custodian/Admin only)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGAippzjdcQ

Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition

Now it's come to this
Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
From the Middle East to the Middle West
Pray, and pass the ammunition

So many people think that way
You gotta watch what you say
To them and them, and others too
Who don't seem to see to things the way you do

We can only grow the way the wind blows
on a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
In our elemental war

We can only go the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

Now it's come to this
Hollow speeches of mass deception
From the Middle East to the Middle West
Like crusaders in a holy alliance

Now it's come to this
Like we're back in the dark ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a plague that resists our science

It seems to leave them partly blind
And they leave no child behind
While evil spirits haunt their sleep
While shepherds bless and count their sheep

Like the solitary pine
On a bare wind blasted shore
We can only grow the way the wind blows
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