COLUMN: More than a mustard seed

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Guest Columnist

It was in central Nebraska in the year 1900. There hadn’t been a decent rain since May and it was nearly August. The crops were withering and it was looking like a bust year for the farmers in the county. As folks walked about in their daily routines they looked at the skies in hope of a cloud or two, but there was none to be seen.

The town leaders got together to try to decide what to do. They determined to get together as a community and ask the Lord for rain. They spread the word; on Sunday afternoon after church, the people of the town were asked to assemble at town hall where they would have a prayer meeting.

At around 12:30 p.m. the folks were already gathering and by 1 p.m. there was a sizable crowd assembled in the dusty square. Several pastors from the various churches in town led the prayers. At around two, clouds were seen gathering in the west, and by three a small patter of rain began to fall.

All around the plaza a roar was heard as the folks shouted to the Lord. The faithful were evident by the Bibles clutched in their hands but one little old lady named Sarah stood out above all of the others in the crowd. Her devotion was unmistakable when she opened her bright blue umbrella and stood smiling beautifully beneath it.

Adkins lives in Tell City.