The rain beat heavily upon the ferrets tattered, grey coat. He was on his way to deliver his sermon at the old church in the woods. As he made his way he couldn't help but wonder if anyone would be attending service this morning. You see, the church had very few members here. And to make matters worse, they were under a period of religious persecution.
Dark wolves and wicked beasts, the like which is considered an abomination by God, would often hide along the main road, waiting to ambush unsuspecting church goers.
The storm continued to rage on heavily. The reverend climbed up the old wooden steps of the church. Inside it looked as if no one had come. Then he noticed the tops of two little heads peering over the pew. They were two little orphan badgers. Their parents had been killed some time ago, by one of the creatures mentioned earlier.
The reverend, amazed that the two little badgers had braved the storm and the wolves, began his sermon. But, Emily and her brother Michael were inquisitive badgers. She was seven and he was eight, and they were full of questions.
Emily raised her hand to speak. "Does God really deliver us from our enemies?" The reverend paused, and opened up his Bible to the book of Exodus. The badgers listened in amazement to how God parted the Red Sea, led His people safely across and then sent the waters crashing back down over pharoah and his army.
Michael asked, "Does God still lead us today and how do we know where to go?" The reverend replied, "Yes, God does lead us, and the Holy Spirit reveals God's plan to us. Sometimes it seems we are moved by mere circumstances, but this is God's doing in order to get us where He needs us to be.
The badgers marveled at the explanations and wished they could have seen Moses part the Red Sea.
Just then a dark wolf appeared in the window. He was fierce. His eyes were red and his teeth yellow. Saliva dripped from his fangs, and he wanted to kill. The little badgers were frozen with fear. The wolf proceeded to pry at the window in an attempt to gain entry. It was still storming outside. The ground was saturated and began to flood and the river had overflowed it's banks. The wolf got his paw into the window and undid the latch.
Lightning flashed, lighting up the wolves dark silhouette as he began to creep through. Then crash! A tree fell on top of the wolf, killing him.
The river now raged over it's banks and slammed into the church, lifting it off of it's foundation. Round and round the church spun.
The reverend and the two little badgers clung onto the pews to keep their footing. Faster and faster the church went through the forest, carried away by an untamed sea.
And then, "WOOSH!" The church dropped down a 70 foot waterfall. Everyone inside let out a scream as their stomachs dropped and the church headed for the stream below.
SPLASH! The church landed! The stream began to swiftly carry them away, but all of a sudden it stopped. The church had come to rest on a large rock in the middle of the stream. On either side were stepping stones. It seemed as if the church had been skillfully planned and crafted to go into that spot.
One by one the nearby villagers began to come across the steps into the church. The reverend looked on in awe, turned to the little badgers, and said, "Well, does that answer your questions?"
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