Tom sat staring at the ruins of what was left of Sow Creek Elementary School. The tornado had completely destroyed the gymnasium and the east wing was just a flattened pile of brick and timber it also happened to be where Kyle’s classroom had been. They had been digging thru ruble for over eight hours and six children where still missing, Kyle being one of them. He fell to his knees weeping “Pops where is God now?”
As he knelt there weeping he recalled a time many years ago when he was about Kyle’s age and he walked in on his grandfather weeping much like he was now. “Poppy what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Oh! Hi Tommy you startled me. I’m praying for a dear friend who will probably be dying soon and I don’t want him to go.” His Grandfather smiled a comforting, but not necessarily happy smile, as he pulled Tommy in for a hug.
“Why are you praying for him if he’s going to die, can you stop him from dying?”
“No Buddy, I can’t stop him from dying, but God can stop him from dying so soon. You see he has cancer and the doctors say there is nothing they can do for him. He has been my best friend for many years” the old man took a kerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped his eyes. “I’m just asking God to keep him around for awhile longer.”
Tommy didn’t understand the whole prayer thing. “If the doctors say there is nothing they can do, why are you praying for something that is impossible?”
“Well Tommy, God is a God of impossible things, and he wants us to ask for impossible things and sometimes he makes pigs fly.” A truly happy smile came over the old man’s face. “Yes, I serve a God who makes pigs fly.” he laughed.
“That’s silly Poppy! What does that mean?”
The old man stood up and walked Tommy to the porch and just stood looking out on the fresh green fields and said “Some day you’ll know exactly what I mean and God will do the impossible for you.”
Tom looked back at the ruins and saw Sheriff Colson and Bob Dunham a local contractor walking towards him. “God I need some impossible! Please take care of Kyle.” He prayed as he stood up to talk to the two men who had just arrived.
“Hey Tom!” Sheriff Colson said as he took off his oversized Stetson. “Bob here is going to bring in his excavator and a couple backhoes. We’ve done all we can by hand. I’m sorry Tom.”
“Come on Carl, just a couple more hours we can’t go digging around with tractors, my boy is under there!” Tom pleaded
“We can’t wait any longer, it’s going to get dark in a few hours and I don’t want to be doing this when we can’t see.” he replied as he turned toward some commotion over by the back wall of the gymnasium. “What’s that dog barking about now?”
Curtis Polk a retired ATF agent was waving frantically for the men to come over by were Tuck his also retired German Sheppard drug sniffer was pawing at a large beam at the back corner of the gym. Curtis had worked with Tuck to be on the Lakeland County Search and Rescue since their retirement and Tuck had become quite the asset and hero for the small community.
Tom, Carl and Bob all started running toward where Curtis was starting to pull ruble away. As they arrived several others had started pulling bricks and boards away from the area that Tuck was sniffing and pawing. “Stop for a second!” Tom yelled “can you hear that?”
Very softly the men heard a young boy’s voice. “Help us, we can’t move.”
Fifteen minutes later six very frightened and dirty children were out of the ruble, a few broken bones and gashes, but all okay. As Tom held his son and cried he looked up and smiled “Thank you Lord! And thank you Pops for reminding me that God can make pigs fly”
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