CALL unto Me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great

and mighty things, which thou knowest not.

         —Jeremiah 33:3

Mr. May was a short, jolly little man who had a used-furniture shop in our town.  He told me once of a day in summer when the sky turned black as patent leather as a storm boomed up in the Southwest.  The bottom of the cloud seemed to squeeze together and the top spread out until it looked like a great cobra weaving toward him.

“It sounded like a hundred jets taking off,” he said, his brown eyes narrowing, “I didn’t have a cellar to run to; I just sat in my little house and talked pretty earnest to the Lord.  I said, ‘God help me!  I know You can do it!’  About that time that funnel just sucked up my house and took off with it, twirling it like a top.  It carried us for an eighth of a mile and put us down.  The walls of the house all fell flat, and I walked out.  Didn’t have a scratch.”

“The Lord was certainly with you,”  I marveled.

“If He was, He was a’goin’ some,”  Mr. May reflected.

Like Mr. May, I often cry out for God’s instant attention.  I may have been busy, happy, forgetting God for hours at a time.  Then, suddenly, an urgent phone call; an impending head-on collision; a child’s scream; a doctor’s report…and I call,  “God, help!”  No apologies for neglecting Him; no praise for His past goodness; no thanks for His loving me; for being there, listening.  I just call, remembering His assurance when Abraham questioned His power and He answered,  “Is there any thing too hard for Me?”  (Jeremiah 32:27)

May everything that has breath praise You, God,

for Your love and mercy.

                                                                                                                          –Zona B. Davis


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