We walk through life relying
on our own strength and knowledge. We don't give God a second thought.
However, when trouble rears it's ugly head, we shoot up a quick prayer
and then get annoyed when it's not answered to our need....Here's why!
Jake Here
Jake, the rancher, went one day
to fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
and the clouds rolled gray and dense,
As he pounded the last staples in
and gathered tools to go.
The temperature had fallen
and the snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup,
he felt a heavy heart,
from the sound of that ignition,
he knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most
of us do
if we'd have been there.
He humbly bowed his balding
head
and sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for the last
time,
he softly cursed his luck.
They found him three days
later,
frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life
and done his share of roamin'.
But when he saw Heaven,
he was shocked-it look just like
Wyomin'.
Of all the saints in Heaven,
his favorite was St. Peter.
Now, this line, it ain't needed
but it helps with rhyme
and meter.
So they set and talked a minute
or two,
or maybe it was three,
Nobody was keepin' score-
in Heaven time is free.
"I've always heard," Jake
said to Pete,
"that God will answer prayers,
But one time I asked for help,
well He, just plain wasn't
there.
Does God answer prayers
of some,
and ignores the prayers
of others?
That don't seem exactly square-
I know all men are brothers.
Or does he randomly
reply,
without good rhyme or
reason?
Maybe, it's the time
of day,
the weather or the season.
Now I ain't trying to act smart,
it's just the way I feel,
And I was wonderin', could
you tell-
what the heck's the deal?
Peter listened very patiently
and when Jake was done,
There were smiles of
recognition,
and he said, "So, you're the
one!
That day your truck, it wouldn't
start,
and you sent your prayer
a flying,
You gave us all a real bad
time,
with hundreds of us a trying.
A thousand angels rushed to
check
the status of your file,
But you know, Jake,
we hadn't heard
from you in quite a while
And though all prayers are answered,
and God ain't got no
quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
and started a truck in North
Dakota.
~author unknown~
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