The Ant and the Contact Lens
(A True Story By Josh and Karen Zarandona)
Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go
rock climbing. Although she was scared to death, she
went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In
spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a hold on the
rope, and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got
to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was
hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda's
eyes and knocked out her contact lens.
Well, here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet
below her and hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she
looked and looked and looked, hoping it landed on the
ledge, but it just wasn't there.
Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry. She
was desperate and began to get upset, so she prayed to the
Lord to help her find it. When she got to the top, a friend
examined her eye and her clothing for the lens but there
was not contact lens to be found. She sat down,
despondent, with the rest of the party, waiting for the rest
of them to make it up the face of the cliff.
She looked out across range after range of mountains,
thinking of that Bible verse that says, The eyes of the
Lord run to and fro though out the whole earth, she
thought, Lord, You can see all these mountains. You
know every stone and leaf.
At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just
starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out,
Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens? Well, that
would be startling enough, but you know why the
climber saw it?
An ant was moving slowly across the face of the rock,
carrying it!
Brenda told me that her father is a cartoonist. When
she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer,
and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an ant lugging
that contact lens with the words,
"Lord, I don't know why you want me to carry this thing.
I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what
you want me to do, I'll carry it, I will."
God doesn't call the qualified, he qualifies the called.
Yes, I do love GOD. He is my SOURCE of my
Existence and my Savior. He keeps me functioning each
and every day. Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
In Loving Memory Of Gilbert Luther Howington
1935-1999
and
Gilbert Luther Howington Jr. (Bert)
1954-1993
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