CAN YOU SLEEP WHEN THE WIND BLOWS?
Years ago a farmer who owned land along the Atlantic seacoast was
constantly advertising for hired hands. Most people were reluctant
to work on farms along the Atlantic Ocean because they dreaded tempestuous seacoast
storms which could wreak havoc on 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.
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.
“Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little
man. Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer hired him, being
desperate for help.
The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt quite satisfied with his work. The next night, powerful winds 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.
The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt quite satisfied with his work. The next night, powerful winds 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 haystacks 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 and everything was tied down. Nothing would blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed and also slept while the wind blew.
MORAL: When you’re prepared (spiritually, emotionally, intellectually and physically), you have absolutely nothing to fear.
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 haystacks 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 and everything was tied down. Nothing would blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed and also slept while the wind blew.
MORAL: When you’re prepared (spiritually, emotionally, intellectually and physically), you have absolutely nothing to fear.
Sisters and brothers, be continually blessed, and please (above all
else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET OUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
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