Even By the Very Smallest
By W. A. Spicer and Helen Spicer Menkel
An army runner was saved from instant death by, well . . . you'll see.
As he made his way across the dead and dismembered bodies strewn across the ravaged battlefield back to his company with orders from the battalion commander, the sound of bullets and bombs had been silenced. With a relative sense of safety, he walked on being thankful that, at least for a while, there was a calm in the senseless storm.
Approximately two-thirds of the way across the devastated field, he was suddenly stopped by an unusual sight. It hovered right before him, at perfect eye level.
At first, he thought that he was suffering from fatigue and was seeing a mirage.
"It can't be," he said to himself, "not out here in the midst of a raging war!"
But it not only was real, it came right up to him and stopped no more than three inches from his face. He started to step forward when it lunged forward, pushing him a couple of steps backward.
And then it happened!
A gigantic shell hurled through the air and landed right in the very spot from which he had been literally pushed.
"I would have been killed!" he gasped. "I would have been killed!"
But that little object, probably less than an ounce in weight, kept him from losing his life. It was a definite miracle because he had not seen one since he had gone off to war . . . and surely not right out in the middle of an all-out war, in the midst of an awful battle.
But it was there, and it did save his life.
The Psalmist foretold it in Psalm 91: l when, under inspiration of God who sent that very little object to save a life, he said, "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty."
The strange little object? It was a butterfly!
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