community of mid-west farmers were in a quandary as to what to
The rain was important not only to keep their crops healthy, but
to sustain the townspeople’s very way of living. As the problem
became more urgent, the local church felt it was time to get
involved and called a prayer meeting to ask for rain.
In what seemed a vague remembrance of a Native American ritual,
the people began to arrive. The pastor on his arrival watched
as the congregation continued to file in. He slowly made his
way to the front to officially begin the meeting.
Everyone was taking the opportunity to visit across the aisles
to socialize with close friends. The pastor’s thoughts when he
reached the front were on quieting those present and starting
As he began to ask for quiet, his eyes scanned the crowd and he
took note of an eleven-year-old girl sitting in the front row.
Her face was beaming with excitement and she quietly sat in her
place. Next to her, poised and ready for use, was a bright red
umbrella. The beauty and innocence of the girl made the pastor
smile as he realized the faith she possessed. No one else in
the congregation had brought an umbrella.
They had all come to pray for rain, but she had come expecting
God to answer with the needed rain.