07 July 2006

Deep thoughts

My mom loves to send email forwards. 99% of the time, they are some cheesy treacle about nothing, or some (seemingly) pathetic attempt to pull at the heart strings and get you to really think. You know what I'm talking about, because in talking with friends, it seems many of our mothers (aunts, grandmothers, etc.) are all sending around the same forwards. Despite knowing this, I still open all of them up, skim, and then delete. For the first time ever, one caught my eye and actually made me read through it and think. The moral of the story really hit home (even though the story is a little lame), as times are tough in the aubergine household these days, and I find myself wondering when they will end. Anyway, it was such a momentous occasion to read a forward from my mom that didn't make me groan, I thought I should post it. Here 'tis:

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. He built a little hut out of driftwood to protect him 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. It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering. Remember the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.

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