Even The Smallest Thing

 

An army runner was saved from instant death by, well ... you'll see.
As he made his way across the dead bodies strewn across the ravaged

battlefield back to his company with orders from the battalion

 commander, the sound of bullets and bombs had been silenced.

With a relative sense of safety, he walked on being thankful that,

at least for a while, there was a calm in the senseless storm.

Approximately two-thirds of the way across the devastated field,

 he was suddenly stopped by an unusual sight. It hovered right before

 him, at perfect eye level. At first, he thought that he was suffering

from fatigue and was seeing a mirage. "It can't be," he said to himself,

"not out here in the midst of a raging war!"

 

But it not only was real, it came right up to him and stopped no

more than three inches from his face. He started to step forward

when it lunged forward, pushing him a couple of steps backward.

And then it happened! A gigantic shell hurled through the air

and landed right in the very spot from which he had been

literally pushed.

"I would have been killed!" he gasped. "I would have been killed!"

But that little object, probably less than an ounce in weight, kept

him from losing his life. It was a definite miracle because he had not

 seen one since he had gone off to war ... and surely not right out in the

middle of an all-out war, in the midst of an awful battle.

But it was there, and it did save his life.

The strange little object? It was a butterfly!  

By W. A. Spicer and Helen Spicer Menkel

 in "The Hand That Still Intervenes"
Copyright 1982.

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