Once upon a time when a farmer who owned land along the Atlantic seacoast constantly advertised for hired hands, most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. One day as the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals. But finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farm hand?” the farmer asked him. And the little man replied, “Well, I can sleep when the wind blows.”
Although puzzled by his answer, but desperate for help, he decided to hire him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt well satisfied with his work. Then one night, the wind howled in loudly from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, “Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away! And the little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No sir, I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.”
Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coop and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew. May we be granted the grace to prepare spiritually, mentally and physically, that we may have nothing to fear!
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