Faith can Stop the Rain
When I was very young, the age of 6 or 7, I lived on the small Japanese island of Okinawa. We went to an English speaking branch consisting of mainly military personnel. What I am about to relate to you was etched upon my young mind so that even today, I can remember these events. Our branch activities chairman was an old Polynesian man by the name of George Lowe. He and his activities committee were planning a branch luau – pig in a pit and all. In preparation for the event, Brother Lowe gave out a list of assignments. The Relief Society had side dishes, salads and desserts. Priesthood had logistics and cleanup. Primary had kids’ games. He was to be in charge of cooking the pig and the Priesthood was going to help him dig the pit and build the fire. He specifically put the Lord in charge of the weather. As the day of the activity drew close, all of the assignments were coming together nicely. On Friday afternoon, he picked up the pig and some rocks and othe