Fleas

No, we don't have'em. I'm just recalling a scene from The Hiding Place, by Corrie Ten Boom. When Corrie and her sister Betsie went into the concentration camp, they sat down that first night and prayed a long 'thank you' for everything that had helped them survive. Betsie included a 'thank you' for the fleas in the beds.  "What?!?" said Corrie, "Even the fleas?" Betsie argued that we're to be thankful for everything, not just the things we like or for which we can see the benefit. Begrudgingly, Corrie muttered her thanks for the vermin.

Over the course of time, the two sisters were able to set up and run a multi-language prayer group and Bible study within the barracks. It was a tremendous comfort to many, many prisoners. But one mystery they never understood was why they never got caught. The guards left them completely alone, avoiding the inner part of the barracks like the plague. Finally one day Betsie discovered the reason. The guards avoided the room used for the prayer group... because of the fleas.

We're having a flea-like problem around here these days. Those of you who are praying folks, please include us on your list. There's good that can come out of this. At the moment, it's a bit difficult to see.