HIDDEN HANDS – STORY
I was sitting in a train, waiting for it to start. Across from me sat a small boy, asking questions as children do.
He asked his mother, “When will the train start?”
I saw my chance and volunteered to answer.
I said, “The train will start when we start pushing.”
The child opened his big eyes in surprise, “Really?”
“Of course,” I said. “Unless we push, it doesn’t start.”
“Then let’s push,” he exclaimed.
“Just a minute,” I said. “The passengers are not all on. I’ll tell you when to push.”
I watched for the signal light at the station and heard the station master’s shrill whistle. Then I shouted to the boy, “Now! Push for all you’re worth.”
He and I started to push in the direction of the engine. We pushed and pushed against the back of the seat, and soon a contented smile lit up the boy’s face.
The train was moving, very slowly at first, but then gaining speed little by little.
I congratulated the lad on his success.
“We DID it! We DID it! Wasn’t that great?” he exclaimed.
He looked immensely pleased with himself.
He was traveling in a train he had helped to start.
I did not have the heart to tell him about the monstrous engine chugging up in front. Eventually he would find out for himself.
MORAL:
We usually attribute great success to our little actions, forgetting that behind them all is that almighty unseen power called God, whose power often makes us look powerful.
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