When the Storm Hits
For all I know, the guy who heard and did and this guy heard the same word. Who knows, they could have been sitting next to each other. The first man dug into the word, studied it, and began to conform his life to the word. The second man listened to the word but didn't make it part of his life. Both men faced the same disastrous experience. The guy who applied the word came out of the storm completely intact. The guy who didn't apply the word suffered much loss.
Last week, we went through a major hailstorm. I could hear this storm coming as it pummeled the other side of town as it moved in our direction. We had hailstones as big as golf balls. There isn't room in our garage to park both vehicles, so my pickup has to be parked outside. I did the only thing I could do: I became a doer of the word! I prayed for protection around my pickup so that no weapon could be used against it.
When a storm hits, it is not the time to start looking up scripture. The end of the story is our neighbors had broken out windows and lights, and cars were beat up. I had a few very small pockmarks that you have to search for, and no damage to any glass at all.
By Rick “Papa” Wilson