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The rancher went one day to fix a fence.
The wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled gray and
dense. As he pounded the last staples in and gathered the
tools to go, the temperature had fallen, the wind and snow began
to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a
heavy heart. From the sound of the ignition, he knew it
wouldn't start. So Jake did what most of us would do if we
had been there. He humbly bowed his head and sent aloft a
prayer. As he turned the key for the last time, he softly
cursed his luck.
They found him three days later, frozen
stiff in that old truck. Now Jake had been around in life
and done his share of roaming. But when he saw Heaven, he
was shocked - - it looked just like Wyoming ! ! !
Of all
the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St. Peter. So they
set and talked a minute or two, or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score - - in Heaven time is free. "I've
always heard," Jake said to St. Peter, "that God will
answer prayer, but the one time I asked for help, well, He just
plain wasn't there." "Does God answer the
prayers of some and ignore the prayers of others? That
doesn't seem exactly square - - I know all men are
brothers." "Or does He randomly reply, without
good rhyme or reason? Maybe it's the time of day, the
weather or season." "Now I ain't trying to act
smart, it is just the way I feel and I was wondering could you
tell me - - what's the deal?"
St. Peter listened very
patiently and when Jake was done there were smiles of
recognition. "So you are the one!"
"That day your truck wouldn't start and you sent your
prayer, a prayer a flying, you gave us a real bad time, with
hundreds of us trying." A thousand angels rushed to
check the status of your file, but you know Jake we hadn't heard
from you in quite a long while."
"And though
all prayers are answered and God has no quota, He didn't
recognize your voice, and started a truck in Minnesota!"
Author Unknown
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