The Sea Gull<\/b><\/p>\n
It is gratitude that prompted an old man to visit an old broken pier on the eastern seacoast of Florida. Every Friday night, until his death in 1973, he would return, walking slowly and slightly stooped with a large bucket of shrimp. The sea gulls would flock to this old man, and he would feed them from his bucket.<\/p>\n
Many years before, in October, 1942, Captain Eddie Rickenbacker was on a mission in a B-17 to deliver an important message to General Douglas MacArthur in New Guinea. But there was an unexpected detour which would hurl Captain Eddie into the most harrowing adventure of his life. Somewhere over the South Pacific the Flying Fortress became lost beyond the reach of radio. Fuel ran dangerously low, so the men ditched their plane in the ocean. For nearly a month Captain Eddie and his companions would fight the water, and the weather, and the scorching sun. They spent many sleepless nights recoiling as giant harks rammed their rafts. The largest raft was nine by five. The biggest shark\u2026ten feet long. But of all their enemies at sea, one proved most formidable: starvation. Eight days out, their rations were long gone or destroyed by the salt water. It would take a miracle to sustain them. And a miracle occurred.<\/p>\n
In Captain Eddie\u2019s own words, \u201cCherry,\u201d that was the B-17 pilot, Captain William Cherry, \u201cread the service that afternoon, and we finished with a prayer for deliverance and a hymn of praise. There was some talk, but it tapered off in the oppressive heat. With my hat pulled down over my eyes to keep out some of the glare, I dozed off.\u201d Now this is still Captain Rickenbacker talking\u2026\u201d Something landed on my head. I knew that it was a sea gull. I don\u2019t know how I knew, I just knew. Everyone else knew too. No one said a word, but peering out from under my hat brim without moving my head, I could see the expression on their faces. They were staring at that gull. The gull meant food\u2026if I could catch it.\u201d And the rest, as they say, is history. Captain Eddie caught the gull. Its flesh was eaten. Its intestines were used for bait to catch fish. The survivors were sustained and their hopes renewed because a lone sea gull, uncharacteristically hundreds of miles from land, offered itself as a sacrifice. You know that Captain Eddie made it. And now you also know\u2026that he never forgot. Because every Friday evening, about sunset\u2026on a lonely stretch along the eastern Florida seacoast\u2026you could see an old man walking\u2026white-haired, bushy-eyebrowed, slightly bent. His bucket filled with shrimp was to feed the gulls\u2026to remember that one which, on a day long past, gave itself without a struggle\u2026like manna in the wilderness.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Old Man and the Gulls\u201d from Paul Harvey\u2019s The Rest of the Story by Paul Aurandt, 1977, quoted in Heaven Bound Living, Knofel<\/p>\n
Christians Need to Look Back<\/b><\/p>\n
Sometimes we as Christians need to stop along life\u2019s road and look back. Although it might have been winding and steep, we can see how God directed us by His faithfulness. Here\u2019s how F. E. Marsh described what the Christian can see when he looks back:<\/p>\n
\u2022 The deliverances the Lord has wrought (Deut. 5:15).<\/p>\n
\u2022 The way He has led (Deut. 8:2)<\/p>\n
\u2022 The blessings He has bestowed (Deut. 32:7\u201312).<\/p>\n
\u2022 The victories He has won (Deut. 11:2\u20137).<\/p>\n
\u2022 The encouragements He has given (Josh. 23:14).<\/p>\n
When we face difficulties, we sometimes forget God\u2019s past faithfulness. We see only the detours and the dangerous path. But look back and you will also see the joy of victory, the challenge of the climb, and the presence of your traveling Companion who has promised never to leave you nor forsake you.<\/p>\n
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