One Sunday at my ecclesia a brother was reading one of the Bible portions. Part way through he stopped, turned towards the presiding brother and said quietly, “I can’t read any more,” and sat down for the rest of the memorial service. After it was over, he explained that he had suddenly gone blind. And he was blind for the rest of his life.
Welived high in the May Day Mountains of Jamaica, which has many caves and cockpits, but no surface water. Neither did the area have piped water. Our only water source was a rainwater catchment. After a long drought our catchment was totally dry, and we were terribly worried. A Christadelphian neighbor next door who also had a dry tank did not seem distressed. She suggested that I join her the next day in a prayer. At 3 a.m. we were awakened by thunder and lightning. Next morning our catchments were full and overflowing, so I didn’t give the prayer idea another thought. But my neighbor said, “Let’s have our prayer now”. I laughed at her. Then she said, “We must pray. God has only done what He promised: Before they call, I will answer.” That meaningful moment taught me a great lesson.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One