An unusual story as told by Martha grace green in “daybreak,” a publication of Piedmont Bible College, Winston-Salem, NC. Mrs. Green gave me permission to reproduce her story many years ago. enjoy!
It is an unusual story. When I first heard it a few years ago I went straight to my father and asked him if it were true. "Yes," he replied slowly. "It's incredible," I said. "You've never told me this before. Why not?"
He answered carefully, "Honey, God is no respector of persons. When sometimes He seems to bestow a special favor on one of His children, the favored one should be only grateful, never boastful. Besides, I don't have to tell it," he grinned---"they tell it for me!"
From all reports here is the story: One Saturday morning my father circled his Ford tractor around the field and watched the old sickle mower gracefully toppled his lespedeza hay. That afternoon he walked to the general store and saw three of his neighbors. "Hello there, Harvey Sorber," greeted Jed Varner. "We were just talking about your hay. Never saw a better crop."
"Yep," joined in Bob Brayant, "prettiest lespedeza around. Les Peddy agreed. "When you gonna' bale it?" "Monday," Dad answered. About eight o'clock Sunday morning Jed phoned. "Mr. Harvey, just heard on the radio that it's gonna' rain and there are bad rain clouds already headed this way. If you get to it quick, you might salvage your hay before the rain gets here."
"Oh, no, not on Sunday!" Dad replied. "I sure would if it was mine. It'll ruin if it gets wet." "Thanks, Jed, but I couldn't today. Sunday's God's day and the hay is His. If He wants to let it get wet and ruin, well, it's up to Him."
Dad taught his usual Bible class and was sitting in church when it came--a savage, thundering down-pour! The roar almost drowned out the preacher's voice. The congregation was soaked getting home. Hard and steady for four hours it poured . . . then quit. Shortly afterward, Jed, whose house is next to Dad's field, shouted excitedly on the phone, "Mr. Harvey, it didn't rain on your hay!"
"What?" asked Dad, puzzled. "It's true! Lil and I were standing at the window and we saw the rain stop at your fence line. We wondered about it then, but just now we walked over there, and honest, everywhere, all around your field is soaked. There's water running in the ditches and standing in puddles surrounding your field. It's like a canopy was hung over it. I'm tellin' you Mr. Harvey, your hay field's as dry as dust! I called Bo and Les and they came and saw it too, and they'll tell you it's the truth. Honest!"
On Monday morning as planned, Dad raked, baled and stored his hay---all dry and perfectly cured! I recall a promise made by the Lord that goes like this: ". . . them that honour me I will honour . . ." I Samuel 2:30. It seems fitting somehow."
Copied by permission of the author: Martha Grace Green, M.Ed. The article is from "DAYBREAK", a publication of Piedmont Bible College, Winston-Salem, NC. Mrs. Green taught public speech at Tennessee Temple College in Chattanooga, TN and at Piedmont Bible College. Her husband, Dr. G. Carl Green, taught the Greek language in both schools and pastored several churches. They have two sons, one of which died while trying to rescue the pilot of his chopper, downed in Viet Nam. I (Dan Carr) studied speech with Mrs. Green and studied Greek with Dr. Greek.
Dan Carr
Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not. (Jer 33:3)
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