The world abandoned Nazareth, but God didn’t!

Things that should not happen, do, and things that people believe should, don’t. An elderly man had passed away, and in his will stipulated an early morning funeral. The grave digger came out the afternoon before the funeral and, in the hard red clay soil of the town cemetery, dug a very precise six foot deep grave.

That night the town drunk stayed out until the bars closed down, and because he was a little tipsy, he decided to take a shortcut home through the cemetery. Sure enough, in the moonless dark, he stepped right into the open grave. He tried again and again to jump out, but exhausted himself in the process, and decided to just crouch down in one corner and wait until the mourners came in the morning to help him out.

Several minutes later a young man, who had overstayed his curfew sparking his girl, decided he needed to get home fast, so he took the same shortcut. He too fell into the open grave and tried to jump out several times in vain. The drunk, not wanting to see the young man exhaust himself in useless effort, tapped him on the shoulder and said, “You’ll never make it.” But he did!

Nazareth was abandoned in a basket at the round-a-bout, near our training center, eleven years ago. He was so malnourished and abused he could not use his legs. We were told he’d never walk or learn. Yesterday, he stood in front of 600 people and sang a solo in praise to God. He’s doing well in school, riding a bicycle, as well as running all over the place. He couldn’t do it, but he did!