It sounded like a scream came from the direction of the falls. Sure enough, someone had slipped on the rocks and hurt himself, the heron flying overhead could see. But out here in the wilderness, no one would come by to help. That was too bad.
Wait. The man was conscious and able to swim out to the island in the center of the river and pull himself up on it. The sun would dry him off, and he could rest there; it was doubtful any dangerous predators would want to swim out to that island.
Only problem was, the man would probably starve to death, because that sliver of land was barren of vegetation for him to subsist on...
But as if having read the thoughts of the heron, a waterfowl nearby carried berries to the man on the island regularly. The heron looked at the bird swimming from the shore to the stranded man, noticing how the feet of the morehen were not webbed; it was not supposed to be able to swim. How was he doing that? The scarlet-visored bird did not pretend to know. It's just the injured man needed the berries.
Sunday a brother in Christ will be recognized as elder of a church. When he was first asked to help, people might've said he didn't have proper web...qualification, ordination. But the important thing is he wanted to help Pastor Ricardo, who needed him.
Surely God can greatly anoint his service as elder if He would smile on the swimming efforts of a creek bird!
See? Even the white-shield Eurasian coots watching decided they wanted to join in and help too.
