Castaways

Found floating in cyberspace:


Hut on Fire


The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him self from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger.

"God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" Asked the weary man of his rescuers.

"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

We are all castaways in this world of tragedy and corruption. Pilgrims passing over the cusp of eternity. Strangers in a strange land. But God has not forgotten us. Nor shall He. Someday He'll rescue us and take us all home. In the meantime, we must accept that "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."--1 Corinthians 13:12