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 the 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 and looked, hoping it 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 to 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 that her father is 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 of us
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.

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