The only survivor
of a shipwreck washed up on a small, uninhabited island.
He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and everyday scanned the horizon
for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood
to protect
him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.
But one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little
hut in
flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.
The worst had happened; everything was lost.
He was stung with grief and anger.
"God, how could You do this to me?!" He cried.
Early the next day however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that
was
approaching the island.
It had come to rescue him.
"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers.
"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
Remember that
your burning hut could just be the signal summoning God's
Grace.
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