The Bullwinkle Chronicles

cover. The sky is black as far as the eye can see and the air is becoming cool to almost cold. The clouds have become monstrous and are billowing on the horizon and the storm is ominous and destruction of the fields is imminent.

As I stood pondering what I was seeing I saw the Lord standing in the midst of the endless miles of ripened oats. He is standing silent looking toward the storm clouds on the horizon. I begin walking to Him and as I get close to the field I can see that the oats are so ripe for harvest that many kernels have already fallen to the ground and are lost and are going to be consumed by the foul of the air and the creatures of the plains.

As I continue towards the Lord and I am able to see more clearly the amount of grain that has been lost I begin to become overwhelmed with the urgency of getting the combines started up and beginning the harvest before it is too late and much more of His grain is lost but I could not