In doing a little research here and there, I could not validate the entire truth of what I’m about to share with you. But, I have had the thought, “God works in mysterious ways,” on my mind of late. He is so good in so many unusual and exciting ways! I pray this will serve as an inspirational thought.
Do you recognize the Fleming name? Those of you in the medical field might find it familiar…
Fleming was his last name – a nice, unassuming fellow. He was a meager Scottish farmer. One day, while he was working among his crops, he heard a cry from he thought was a nearby farm dog. Like how a parent knows the cry of their child, he knew the cry was one of pain and fright. Fleming didn’t know to whom or what the cry belonged to – but he knew it was an emergency!
Farmer Fleming dropped his tools and ran toward the frantic sound. There, caught up almost to his waist in black muck, was NOT a dog, but a terrified boy, screaming and hollering with all of his strength. He was obviously struggling and writhing to free himself from certain death as the quagmire pulled him lower and lower into the earth. Farmer Fleming, able to think fast on his feet, was able to save the young boy. He seemed to be at the right place at just the right time.
The next day, a fancy carriage arrived at Fleming’s sparse abode. A well-dressed and aristocratic looking gentleman stepped out and introduced himself as the dad of the young boy he had saved the day before. He wanted to repay the humble farmer.
"You saved my son's life,” he said.
Fleming graciously declined to accept a payment of any kind. Simultaneously, his own son came to the door of the little farm shack.
(I have directly pasted this next part of the story from an online site – I am unable to find the site name at the time of this posting.)
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."
And that he did.
In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Isn't that amazing?! God really works in mysterious ways!
Look UP my friends!
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