My friend, George, told me an unusual story the other day.
He said that he let some of his tomatoes get too cold one night
after a neighbor had warned him about the cold snap coming through
that night.  "You best be getting those tomatoes cover tonight,
George," he said.  "It's coming down cold tonight and our tomatoes
ain't gonna make it lessen we cover um up."  Well, George didn't
take his neighbor's advice.  "I told ya," said his neighbor, "you
should have covered um up.  Now look at um?"  The neighbor was
right; they looked pitiful.  While the neighbor's garden,
including his tomatoes were turning nice and juicy red, the
tomatoes George failed to protect were shriveling and turning an
ugly color of green.

     Deciding he might as well destroy them, he went to the garden
one day with every intention of doing exactly that.  When he got
there, a thought struck him.  Instead of destroying the plants, he
chose to exercise authority over them.  How did he do that, you
may ask?  With words.  He spoke to them.  That's right.  He spoke
to the tomato plants and commanded them, in the name of Jesus
Christ, to live and to grow.  No, he didn't do this just once.  He
did it often and several times a day.

     After a few days of this, with no noticeable change, he
decided it wasn't going to work.  So he returned to the garden to
get rid of those pitiful looking tomato plants.  As he reached
down to grab the first plant to pull it from the soil, he heard a
volcanic voice boom in his mind say, "What are you doing?"  He
nearly jumped out of his skin from shock.

     "Nothing," he stammered and backed peddled away from the
plants as fast as he could go.

     By the end of the season, the Tomatoes where the reddest and
the best tasting tomatoes he and his family had ever eaten.

     If you doubt the validity of this story, let me know and I
will put you in touch with George directly.  He will be happy to
tell you the story of how big God is even when it comes to tomato
plants.

     I only have one question for you to ponder.  Was God more
interested in those pitiful dying tomato plants or was He more
interest in George whom He loves?

Phil.

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