The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.
Then, one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut was in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst thing had happened; everything was lost! He was stunned with
Grief and anger. “God how could you do this to me!” he cried.
Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. “How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers.
“We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.
(JUST REMEMBER, THE NEXT TIME YOUR LITTLE HUT IS BURNING TO THE GROUND --- IT
MAY JUST BE THE SMOKE SIGNAL THAT SUMMONS THE GRACE OF GOD.)