When my dad was farming near Ernfold, Saskatchewan, he went to work the land with harrows. Harrows are rows of heavy, long, pointed, metal spikes that stick directly down into the ground. As the farmer pulls the harrows over the field, it breaks up the soil, killing weeds. Dad hooked up two horses to the rows of metal harrows and started working the dry, dusty, 1930s prairie soil. At one point, he had to get off the metal, implement seat to remove a branch that had lodged itself between the horses. Suddenly, the horses bolted, running at full speed. My dad was left grasping onto the bar between the horses, with his feet dragging inches from the harrows. Seconds before he blacked out, the horses suddenly stopped, as quickly as they had started. He rolled out from under one of the horses, weak and shaken but unhurt. That, we recognize was a miracle because in a few more seconds he would have fainted and been ripped to shreds by the harrows and you would not be reading this.
God had truly saved him. Later in life, he became a great Christian, anti-abortion crusader for the rights of the unborn. Do you recognize the miracles in your life?
Thank you, Jesus, for saving the life of a wonderful dad. Amen. — G/CW