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This is where John and I share a single story to go with each week's come follow me, lesson
“John, we are in Ezra and Neha Maya this week.”
Tell me what story you have ready. Well, I was thinking about the miraculous turn of events that King Cyrus would let those in exile in battle and just go back to Jerusalem. Neha Maya starts to rebuild the wall. Seems pretty unlikely.
I just found this story as though it's like, oh sure, it's one of those. This is Richard Kreycroft on a mission, 1958. He says we're walking along a gravel road on a hillside above Bodden Switzerland. I was suddenly laid low by a speck of dust in my right eye. I learned as one who had worn brand new contact lenses for only five days that a moat feels
like a beam.
I quickly extracted the lens, cleaned and re-wetted it, and prepared to reinsert it.
But as I held my finger at the ready, a gust of wind suddenly swept the lens from my fingertips. My lens was gone with the wind.
“I stood a gas to virtually blind being pledged into 2,600 vision in one eye, which had”
been miraculously corrected to 2020 a week earlier. Elder Neha reading and I began to search on hands and knees on the wet gravel sweeping in eight foot radius for my supposed point of loss, we searched futally for 20 minutes. Then half blind and half despairing, I suggested to my companion that while we were already in that position, we should pray.
I reasoned with the Lord told him about my need to see about our need to meet our three investigator families that evening, about my feeling that there was more to be gained from finding the lens than by my learning, whatever I was to learn from the loss.
As I concluded the prayer I stood up, I received one of those Joseph Smith flashes an intelligence,
remember how Joseph Smith described Revelation could be a flash of intelligence. It surprised me. I reacted at once explaining the reveal plan to my startled companion, you're going to love this. I stood in my feet in the same place I stood earlier, squeezed out of my left contact lens,
and was instantly plunged into the distorted visual blindness of 2,600 vision. I'd begun my step into the dark, so he took out his other contact lens, Hank.
“The key to finding the contact was to lose both of them.”
As sure that my companion was on his knees at the ready, I put my left lens in my mouth, extracted it, mounted it on my finger six inches away from my face, I waited, but not for long. My slight breeze caught the lens, and it was gone. My step into the dark was now complete. I stood still, hardened throat, until all the readings said I see it, it's still in the air.
Don't lose it, I'd pled, and held my breath. It's still up. He whispered now 10 feet away, then for me, for further way, he exclaimed, it's starting to fall. Keep your eye on her, I'd pled again, ringing my hands in every engine.
I see it, I see it, he said. Then there was a long pause, three or four seconds, and then, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I braced. Oh my gosh, he repeated, it landed, and almost right on top of the other lens. You see the other lens, I shout, yeah, it's right here.
The darkness was flooded with light, unable to see a thing I crawled over to him on hands in these slowly, he planted in my palm in order, my left and right lenses, my serr stones he called them. I wet the lenses and with my back to the wind, and sheltered by my companions hovering frame, I implanted them, and there was light, and it was good.
We knelt the full of gratitude and thanked our God for tender and tangible mercies. We passed on to the next house filled with wonder, at a God who knows each sparrows fall, and the exact whereabouts in Bodden, Switzerland, available their craycrophs, right contact lens. Wow.
You believe that? It fell on top of the other one. Just as miraculous, that's my way of connecting these two stories. I'm going to let you go back to Jerusalem and rebuild. God knows where lost things are, and even those where lost people are, just one of the reasons that we love them.
Yeah, and it would have to be a shock to find out that you've been in captivity for decades. You can go home now. Wait, what? Yeah. It would be just as shocking as finding here.
Well, take out your other one and let the wind blow it, and it'll be in the same spot. That is two kinds of crazy. It is miraculous, crazy, and just crazy, crazy. Yeah. But I love it.
We hope you'll join us on our full podcast. It's called Follow Him. You can get it wherever you get a podcast. We are in the book of Ezra and Nehemiah with Dr. Kristina Olsen this week. She's going to bring books that I didn't really know much about.
She highlights things that I hadn't seen before.
Then come back here next week.
We'll do another follow-up in favourites.
