There was once a spider who lived in a cornfield. He was a big spider
and he had spun a beautiful web
between the corn stalks. He got fat eating all the bugs that would get
caught in his web. He liked his home and
planned to stay there for the rest of his life.
One day the spider caught a little bug in his web, and just as the
spider was about to eat him, the bug said, "If
you let me go I will tell you something important that will save your
life." The spider paused for a moment and
listened because he was amused. "You better get out of this cornfield,"
the little bug said, "The harvest is
The spider smiled and said, "What is this harvest you are talking about?
I think you are just telling me a story."
But the little bug said, "Oh no, it is true. The owner of this field is
coming to harvest it soon. All the stalks will be
knocked down and the corn will be gathered up. You will be killed by the
giant machines if you stay here."
The spider said, "I don't believe in harvests and giant machines that
knock down corn stalks. How can you
prove this?" The little bug continued, "Just look at the corn. See how
it is planted in rows? It proves this field
was created by an intelligent designer." The spider laughed and
mockingly said, "This field has evolved and
has nothing to do with a creator. Corn always grows that way." The bug
went on to explain, "Oh no. This field
belongs to the owner who planted it, and the harvest is coming soon."
The spider grinned and said to the little
bug, "I don't believe you," and then the spider ate the little bug for
A few days later, the spider was laughing about the story the little bug
had told him. He thought to himself, "A
harvest! What a silly idea. I have lived here all of my life and nothing
has ever disturbed me. I have been here
since these stalks were just a foot off the ground, and I'll be here for
the rest of my life, because nothing is ever
going to change in this field. Life is good, and I have it made."
The next day was a beautiful sunny day in the cornfield. The sky above
was clear and there was no wind at all.
That afternoon as the spider was about to take a nap, he noticed some
thick dusty clouds moving toward him.
He could hear the roar of a great engine and he said to himself, "I
wonder what that could be?"
"In the last days mockers will come, following their own
lusts, and saying, 'Where is the promise of His coming?'"
2 Peter 3:3-4
"The Lord is not slow concerning His promise, as some count
slowness, but He is patient toward
you, not wanting anyone to perish, but for all to come to repentance."
2 Peter 3:9
[ Author unkown -- from Randy Walker ]
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