Thoughts today are running backward again, flipping pages in
my brain to a story of years ago. Perhaps this is a sign the story is to be
shared. Here it is….
Once upon a time, long (well, not soooo long) ago, in the
land of Kenya, lived a daddy, a mommy, a preschooler and a baby. They lived
down by the river but the preschooler’s friends lived up near the top of the
hill. One fine day a friend called for the preschooler to “come up to my house
and play.” A play time was arranged.
The preschooler (Lizz) & the baby (Chris) |
This mother gathered up the baby in her arms, took the
preschooler by the hand and off the three went up the hill. They walked on a
sidewalk along the edge of a sharp drop off down toward the river, beside a
dirt, rural road. Cows and sheep were grazing on the grassy roadside. The
mother and preschooler chatted about the animals and fun-to-be-had with
friends.
A few steps beyond a grazing ram they approached a ewe with
a small lamb hugging close to her side. A couple more steps and the mother had
a fleeting thought, “I wonder if the ram belongs to these two, and if he does,
will he mind our walking by?”
Out of curiosity she turned to look over her shoulder at the
ram. She was shocked to see the ram nearly upon her, head down and running full
steam. She grabbed the preschooler and swung her behind herself, hugged the
baby tight and tried to dodge the ram. His hard forehead hit her square on her
shin. Her leg nearly buckled beneath her but she grabbed up the preschooler and
tried to hurry off.
The ram was not to be dissuaded. He backed up, put his head
down and charged again. Again the mother, now holding a scared preschooler AND
the young baby, tried to dodge the ram. He was quicker on his four feet than
she on her two and he hit her again.
The mother tried to limp off but the ram hit her again. She
narrowly avoided being pushed backwards over the steep drop off. Her prayers
were now audible, no longer just in her head. The ram did not let up. He took a
few steps back and charged again.
This time the mother’s leg could not withstand and down she
went, flat on her back. The two young ones in her arms were now screaming with
terror. The mom’s prayers were escalating in volume as well. The ram backed up
and waited a moment. The mother was unsure what to do. It was difficult to try
to get up while holding both frightened children. She started to roll to her
side.
And then the ram charged again. All that the mother could
see was the ram’s head moving in the direction of her baby’s head. The mother
quickly rolled all of them to the other side and the ram narrowly missed them.
The mother began screaming for help as loud as she could in
as many languages as she could remember. The ram charged again and once again
the mother rolled them all away from his head. He quickly put his head down
hard on her shin again, temporarily pinning her in place. All three people were
screaming loudly.
Just then the mother heard another voice. All she could hear
was the voice shouting, “Sheep! Sheep!” As she rolled onto one shoulder away
from the ram she saw a young man at the top of the hill running toward her.
Then there were two, then three young people running down the hill to them. The
ram had time to charge once more before the men reached him. They had grabbed
sticks on their way down and began beating the ram back, forcing him away from
the mother and her children.
A missionary nurse was among those who ran down the hill and
she gently helped the mother let go of her children and handed them off to
others. The nurse then helped the mother to her feet. She was shaken but able
to stand. Her sobbing quickly diminished and she was able to comfort her crying
children. The nurse escorted them the short distance back to their home, where
they sat holding onto each other in a tight grip. The preschooler and the
mother kept asking, “Are you OK?” Both wanted to be assured all was well with
all three of them. The nurse stayed and offered comfort and prayerful words of thanksgiving
for protection. She called the daddy and asked him to come home and help his
family. He came quickly.
That evening in their family devotions the preschooler
recounted the story several times, always ending with an emphatic, “God’s angel
‘tected us!” The family’s prayers to God were of thanksgiving for the ‘tecting
angels providing God’s protection from harm. They also expressed thanks for the
many people around the world that pray for them, asking God to keep them safe
and to help them always know what they should do.
That missionary family has never forgotten that scary
scenario. They have never forgotten that God has ‘tecting angels serving to
watch over them. They still remember that many people all around the world are
praying for them.
Thank you for praying for us. And today we wonder, were you
one of them praying for us in 1993? Did God ask YOU to pray for ‘tecting angels
to keep us safe from a charging ram? If so, now you know the rest of the story!
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