I don’t know why.
I got this through an email and it was originally from mytgif.com
I thought it was really good and wanted to share it.
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 her 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 eye 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, hoping the lens
had 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 no
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 throughout the whole earth.”
She thought, “Lord, You can see all these mountains.
You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly
where my contact lens is.
Please help me.”
Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom.
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 her father was 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 for You.”
I think it would probably do some good to
occasionally say, “God, I don’t know why
you want me to carry this load.
I can see no good in it and it’s awfully heavy.
But, if you want me to carry it, I will.”
God doesn’t call the qualified.
He qualifies the called.