8-24-25 Enjoying Leviticus
1. What is your FULL Name?
2. Where did you Grow Up?
3. What is your favorite book of the Bible?
Every Friday afternoon for years, an older man made his way down to a pier on a beach in Florida. Every Friday afternoon he went through the same ritual. At about sunset, he carried a bucket of shrimp to the beach. The shrimp were not for him or for the fish; they were for the seagulls. When the gulls saw him on the pier with his bucket, they would come to him one by one until they surrounded him while screeching, begging, and flapping their wings. He would take the shrimp out of the bucket and throw a few at a time to the hungry birds. Then he would make his way home. Why did he go through that ritual every Friday afternoon? That man was Eddie Rickenbacker, an Air Force captain in World War II. He and seven other men were flying a B-17 across the Pacific to deliver a message to Gen. Douglas MacArthur when the crew became lost, the fuel ran out, and the plane went down. Miraculously, they all made it out of the plane alive and on to a life raft. On that raft, day after day, they fought the sun and the sharks, and when their rations ran out they fought hunger. On the eighth day they had no food and no water. That afternoon they had a devotional time, prayed together for a miracle, and then tried to rest. Rickenbacker was dozing with his hat over his eyes, and something landed on his head. It was a sea gull. He knew that if he could catch it, that sea gull meant their survival. Amazingly he did catch it, the eight men shared the meat, and they used the intestines for fish bait. Rickenbacker knew God had rescued them with that sea gull, and he never forgot that miracle. Every Friday afternoon until he died, he would observe the same ritual; he would go down to that pier with a bucket full of shrimp and feed the gulls as a way of saying, “Thank You, God, for saving my life” (Lucado, In the Eye of the Storm, 221–26).
