Angus Cattle Episode

Among my other duties during the winter was responsibility for the watering and feeding, at an otherwise deserted homestead, of some ninety Poll Angus steers, the wildest "critters" imaginable. I used to pray that God would keep them together when I drove them down to a running stream to water them. I had to be particularly careful when the job was done to make sure that three barnyard gates were all securely closed once they were penned up again. One day as I rode away from the yard and was about 150 to 200 feet from the last gate, which I supposed I had closed behind me, I suddenly heard my name called very distinctly. I stopped for a moment, wondering who had called, and then went on again down the road, only to be called again. This time I turned the horse around and looked toward the barnyard some distance back up the road and saw, to my grief, that I had not properly closed the gate and that it had swung wide open. I quickly asked God to keep the cattle in until I could get back to it and galloped my horse as fast as he would go. The cattle simply stood around, looking at the open gate, but made no move to pass through it. I soon had it closed and all was well. But there was no one there who might have called my name. Yet had it not been called, the cattle might have been all over the countryside by next afternoon when I would have revisited them

Continuing Reading One Man's Answers to Prayer by Arthur Custance
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	In One Man's Answers to Prayer Arthur Custance asks "Is anything too hard for the Lord? Is anything too small for the Lord?" Dr. Custance's reply is, "To both, the answer seems to me to be, No!" The following episode took place in the 1930's.
	Arthur C. Custance was born in England in 1910, moved to Canada in 1928 and died in 1985. He held a Ph.D. in anthropology and an M.A. in oriental languages. Dr Custance is the subject of The Biography of Arthur C Custance: A Christian in the World of Science by Evelyn White published in 2007 by Doorway Publications.		Among my other duties during the winter was responsibility for the watering and feeding, at an otherwise deserted homestead, of some ninety Poll Angus steers, the wildest "critters" imaginable. I used to pray that God would keep them together when I drove them down to a running stream to water them. I had to be particularly careful when the job was done to make sure that three barnyard gates were all securely closed once they were penned up again. One day as I rode away from the yard and was about 150 to 200 feet from the last gate, which I supposed I had closed behind me, I suddenly heard my name called very distinctly. I stopped for a moment, wondering who had called, and then went on again down the road, only to be called again. This time I turned the horse around and looked toward the barnyard some distance back up the road and saw, to my grief, that I had not properly closed the gate and that it had swung wide open. I quickly asked God to keep the cattle in until I could get back to it and galloped my horse as fast as he would go. The cattle simply stood around, looking at the open gate, but made no move to pass through it. I soon had it closed and all was well. But there was no one there who might have called my name. Yet had it not been called, the cattle might have been all over the countryside by next afternoon when I would have revisited them