Hail Storm

Sister White greatly enjoyed pets, and she also was fond of horses, which were common around many homes in her days. One Sabbath in early February 1895, she and several friends drove home from the church services at Prospect, New South Wales, Australia, to Granville. Jessie, the young horse pulling the carriage, trotted along peacefully, occasionally flicking her tail at some insect that annoyed her.

Glancing at the horizon, Sister White noticed a storm beginning to loom across the Blue Mountains. The clouds, however, seemed to be moving in a direction that would miss them. To be safe, the driver flicked the reins and urged the horse on a little faster. The carriage rattled, and the dust cloud that trailed it rose slightly higher. Gradually the sky darkened more menacingly.

Sister White watched the clouds with increasing concern.
As they neared home, they passed the bridge on the Granville-Parramatta Road. Suddenly strong gusts of wind whipped the dust higher into the sky. Thunder boomed, and lightning flickered and shimmered among the clouds. The carriage came to the turnoff leading to where Sister White lived, whipping around the corner, and rattling down the side road. With a clatter on the carriage roof, egg-sized hailstones pelted the earth. Gleaming white and flecked with iridescence, the hail bounced about Jessie’s hooves. The ground soon disappeared beneath a white icy carpet.

The road sloped down to a gate. Stumbling on the hailstones, twice the horse slipped and fell backward on its haunches. “Byron,” Sister White said to her nephew, “get out at once, stand by Jessie’s head, and talk to her.” Shielding his head with his arm, Byron jumped out of the carriage and seized the reins near the frightened mare’s head. Two women remained with Sister White in the scanty security of the carriage.

Turning to Sara McEnterfer, her travelling companion and secretary, and May Lacey, who latter married Willie White, Sister White said, “Get out as quickly as possible. The hail is getting even larger and heavier. The horse may get out of control at any moment.”

Violent gusts of wind lashed the canvas carriage top, rocking the vehicle back and forth. Rain now mixed with the hail. As the two women helped Sister White down from the carriage, a blast of air snatched the seat cushions, sending them spinning through the darkened sky. Sister White’s cushion hurtled out of the carriage, skipped across the fields and disappeared with a splash in a nearby stream. Supporting Sister White, Miss McEnterfer and Miss Lacey helped her across the yard and into the house. The wind slammed the door behind them. Drenched, May Lacey and Sister White went upstairs to change clothes. Her heavier clothing had kept Sister White from becoming as wet as Miss Lacey.

Grabbing a shawl, Sara McEnterfer hurried back outside to help Byron with the horse. The hail pounded the ground with even grater force than before. Byron squatted beside the horse, sheltering his hatless head under the animal’s neck. Sara struggled blindly toward the carriage, but the fury of the hail kept her and Byron from trying to unhitch the horse. A hailstone struck the young man on the forehead, nearly knocking him to the ground.

Desperately Sara tried to unloose the tugs and slip off the harness while the ice stones smashed her wrists and hands. Unable to free the tugs, she stumbled back beside Byron and took the reins from him. The sound of the hail and the rumble of thunder threatened to deafen them. Frightened by the cold rain and ice continually striking her body, the horse tried to buck and struggle free. Motioning for Sara to hold the reins, Byron went to the carriage and fumbled at the tugs. Moments later he had the horse free and led her for a few feet, but the mare tried harder to break loose and run for some kind of shelter. Byron held onto her reins, trying to calm her. When the storm slackened slightly, he reharnessed Jessie, gathered up the scattered cushions and other objects blown from the carriage, and drove into the yard near the house.

Sister White had watched Byron and the storm from an upper story window. As the carriage came close to the house, she could see even at that distance that large swellings covered the horse’s body. Soaked, Byron’s and Sara’s clothes clung to their bodies. When Sara entered the house, she glanced down at her wrists and found them heavily bruised and discoloured.

Sheets of rain splashed against the sides of the house, pouring in beneath the door and flooding the halls and the dining room. Dripping water drenched the stair carpet, and the kitchen and scullery floors disappeared beneath puddles. Examining the house, Sister White found hail had smashed the windows on the south side, hurling shattered glass halfway across the hall. The upper and lower veranda windows lay in fragments on the floor.

On Sunday morning the sun rose in a clear blue sky above the muddy landscape. Deciding to see what further damage the storm had done, Sister White and her friends walked out to the orchard. Leaves and broken branches lay everywhere. The wind had blown off almost all the peaches on one tree near the house, leaving only a little badly bruised fruit. In the garden the hail slashed the rhubarb plants to pieces and punctured the pumpkins. The corn lay in tumbled confusion.

Although she felt sad over the damage, she did not let it discourage her. Instead, she found in the storm things to be thankful about. For one thing, Jessie, the mare, had not kicked once during the storm despite the painful glows of the hail. Now Sister White had greater confidence in the horse and knew that she could be trusted in an emergency. Also God had spared her life and that of her friends. Sister White’s life had always been close to God, and her mind immediately responded with praise whenever she was an example of His protection of her. She knew that the violent hailstorm could have easily killed her, her friends, and the horse.

She had remained calm during the storm, knowing that God was in control and that nothing would happen that was not according to His permissive will.

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28.

Many people in the world curse God when bad things happen to them, but if they would only understand the love of God, they would be like Sister White, praising God for preserving their lives in the midst of tragedy around them. Bad things may happen all around us, but if our lives are preserved we can thank and praise God. Therefore we should earnestly seek to use our time and energy for God since it is He that is preserving our lives every day. God is in control of our lives until we tell Him we don’t want Him around any more – then we are in control of Satan and Satan shows no mercy. He wants to kill as many people as he can, while they are sinning so that they won’t get to heaven.

Often God allows disasters for two reasons. One reason is to test our faith and trust in Him and remind us that He is still in control.

The second reason is because we have wandered away from God and He is trying wake us up and to bring us back to Him.

May God help each one of you to yield to Christ – turning away from Satan. Have you counted the cost? There is a song that says just that, “Have you counted the cost if your soul should be lost?” What will it profit you if you gain the whole world and lose your own soul? It will profit you nothing – only eternal death after hell fire. However while there is still time, God is calling each one of you to turn away from the world, which is soon to perish.