Sparrows
He was a country preacher and a farmer. Early one Saturday morning he was milking his cow. His faith was at low ebb. Times were tough and things were thin and he was feeling low. Bills were due and things around the farm were in need of repair. He sat milking his cow and wondering what he had to say to the people that would gather for worship the next day. Quietly he began to talk out loud to the Lord.
While he was praying he heard a “thump.” Just a few days before he had replaced a window in the milk house. Sparrows had been getting into the milk house and making a mess. They were used to flying through the open window. He walked outside to see that a little sparrow had flown into the new glass and it had fallen to the ground. He stood looking at the little bird for a while. Relief from his discouragement and text for a message flowed into his heart. It was as if the clouds had rolled away and the sun shone again in his soul.
The words of the text were the words of Jesus recorded in Matthew 10:29-31 “Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. 30 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”
I heard him tell this story from the pulpit of his church in Linnville, Ohio. It is one of the few places all three of us who share the name Kenneth Pierpont have preached.
(From Stonebridge Newsletter – Number 57)
