God killed the worms in answer to prayer



Now that I have touched on the healing of that animal, I feel like telling of an answer to prayer in the grain kingdom.

I went from this meeting, about sixty miles to hold another. We had good crowds and good order; but that isn't all that is needed to satisfy God. Well, I just prayed, fasted, wept, and preached my best; but no break came. I had preached six nights before opening the altar, and Sunday night was the seventh night. I went to my room, threw myself across the bed, and cried out mightily. When I looked at my watch, it was 3:30 a. m. I had some encouragement, but could not get permission to close the meeting. I got up and went out, and said, "Tell everybody there will be a meeting tonight." I went back to my room and to prayer. Soon a man came along, and called, "Hey!" The man of the house went out. The caller was the wife's brother, and he said, "Jim, if I were you, I would plow up that cornfield and sow it in buckwheat, as the grubs are taking it clean." "Well, I reckon I had better; I was out Saturday and saw that it was being taken." The man drove on, and while they were eating breakfast (I was not eating any that morning) his brother came along. "Hey, Jim!" He went out. "Jim, if I were you I would plow that cornfield for buckwheat." "Well, Will was along just awhile ago and told me the same thing." The brother said, "You ought to have plowed that up in the winter, and that would have killed all the grubs." "Yes, I know that; but all winter either one or the other of my horses has been too lame to do it, and I just couldn't get it done as I had no means to hire a team. I believe I did my best." Well, the brother went off. I had heard all this conversation.

Both the man and his wife were blessedly saved. I went out, and said, "Well, brethren, I presume you did your best to get that field plowed this winter, but circumstances prevented." "Yes," they both answered. Then I told them about Bolly, and the girl who was healed over at the crossroads. They began to look at each other. They had never heard of any person being healed, much less animals, and grub worms killed. Well, I began to read them Scriptures on healing and the goodness of God, and I said, "I am sure that God's goodness isn't confined simply to the human body, but He is interested in everything that pertains to us as His children." I said, "I believe that Jesus can kill those grubs." "Why, Brother Bevington, did you ever hear of such a thing?" "No, I don't know as I ever did; but you are His children and have just started up here, being married less than a year, and have not the means; and I believe you did your best. Now can't you join me in a faith raid on those grubs?" I forgot to mention that he plowed about two acres in January, but was taken down sick. I said, "What would you think of turning that field over to God and letting Him kill those worms, and then you replant?" Well, this was entirely out of the ordinary to them; hence was not sanctioned very readily. Well, I waited until the next morning, and then brought up the subject again. I said, "Now it isn't necessary for you to lose all that seed and work." The seed of course was gone, but the work was not lost. I took my Bible and read in Amos and in other places where God interposed in regard to crops, so that by 10:00 a. m. there were evidences of faith in their hearts. The next morning I brought up the matter again in prayer, reminding God of some things He had done, putting stress on the fact that He was none the less able today.

After prayer, I came down heavier on them, as I felt that they were worthy, but ignorant of God's power to help. The wife said, "Well, I know that God can do these things, but -- ." "Whoa, hold on there! No 'buts' in this case," I said. She laughed. In about ninety minutes we three could be seen wending our way out into that grub patch of six acres. We were all very quiet; not a word was said from the time we left the house until we reached the field. When we got there I said, "Now, what are we going to do about this?" The man looked at his wife. She was looking down. The corn was up about two or three inches. The brother said, "Brother Bevington, do you think that God could kill these worms, or that He would?" I said, "Please tell me why He would not." Well, that staggered him. His wife said, "Brother Bevington, we never heard of God doing these things until you came; but He surely can." And he said, "What do you say about it, Brother Bevington?" I said, "God can and will do it if we can agree that all things are possible." He said, "Are you clear on it that He wants to?" I said, "Yes, I am." "Well," he said, "what shall we do? We will follow you." I said, "Come on." So we went out into the center of the patch, and I said, "Now, are we agreed that He will?" He bowed his head. I pleaded for unity, and soon felt a real oneness. I began to pray; and as I advanced, we were soon in a state of real quietness, no noise. We spoke just above a whisper, but felt the power and presence of Jesus. Soon the sister began saying, "Oh, glory! Oh, glory!" so softly and sweetly; and the brother began saying, "Amen, amen." They kept it up some time, while I was going right up without a break, and soon reached the peak, claiming every bug killed. I got up, and she stepped aside, scooped up a handful of dirt, and said, "Oh, Brother Bevington, here are ten dead grub worms." Well, we all stood there and wept; not a word was uttered. Oh, that was a blessed time. He soon began to laugh, saying, "That is surely a wonder." He stooped down and scooped up a handful and counted seven dead grubs. "Well," he said, "it is surely done as you said in your prayer." So we went back to the house praising God. In about twenty minutes her brother came back from the shop, and he said, "Plow that field, as it is ruined. I went over and scooped up a handful of dirt and counted eight worms in it." I waited for someone to speak; but as all were silent, I said, "Sir, those worms were all dead." He looked at me as though he pitied me. He was a good meeting house man, and did not believe much in anything that did not come through his meeting house. I said, "Sir, I will give you a penny for every live worm you find out there in the lot of corn."

He said, "All right. That will be money made easy. Get your wallet out." He took a peck measure and went out, and the sister went upstairs where she could see him. He went over the whole field, and went home through the woods, and never came back for the contents of my wallet. Well, the man soaked some corn, replanted the field, and had a fine crop.

Now this was the first and last such venture as that. I have never felt like venturing again on that line; but it simply shows that God is for us, as is recorded in the Word, in the book of Amos. It refers to the same thing; that is, He gave crops to one and destroyed those of another. We saw this couple at the Cincinnati Camp the next year, and the brother testified to all this in a large open air meeting. God got glory out of it, as it stirred many to go down deeper. Let's praise God for His interest in us as His children.