1. Narration by Lencho
I am Lencho, a farmer
living in a small house on a hill. I work hard in my cornfield. This year, the
crop looked very good. It just needed some rain. Finally, clouds came, and I
was so happy. The rain started falling, and I said, “These are not raindrops.
These are silver coins!” But soon, big hailstones came and destroyed
everything. My crop was gone.
I was very sad.
My family had no food. But I had faith. I believed only God could help us. So I
wrote a letter to God asking for 100 pesos to buy seeds and survive. I put the
letter in the mailbox, addressed to God.
Later, I got a
letter back with 70 pesos in it. I was thankful, but also confused. I knew God
would not make a mistake. So I wrote another letter to God and asked for the
remaining 30 pesos. I also told Him not to send it through the post office next
time—because I believed those workers stole my money!
You can listen it here.
2. Narration by the Postmaster
I’m the
postmaster of the town. One day, one of my workers brought me a strange
letter—it was addressed to God. At first, I laughed. But then I saw it
was from a farmer named Lencho. His letter showed great faith. He truly
believed God would help him.
He had lost his
crops in a hailstorm and asked God for 100 pesos. I was touched. I didn’t want
his faith to break. So I decided to help. I collected money from my colleagues,
friends, and even gave some from my own pocket. We could only collect 70 pesos,
not 100. I put the money in an envelope and signed it as God.
The next week,
Lencho came and collected the letter. He didn’t seem surprised to receive it.
That was real faith! But then, he counted the money and looked angry. He
believed someone had taken 30 pesos from it. Later, I read another letter from
him. He had written to God again, asking for the rest of the money—but this
time, he said not to send it through us, the post office, because he
thought we were crooks! Imagine that—he called us thieves when we helped him
out of kindness!
You can listen it here.
3. Narration by “God”
I am the one
Lencho prays to. His faith reached me through a letter, sent with pure hope. He
had lost his crops to nature’s fury and believed I would send him money.
I did not reach
down from heaven with gold. Instead, I worked through the hearts of kind
people. The postmaster and his team became my hands. They gathered 70 pesos
with love and care.
But Lencho’s
belief was so strong, he didn’t question how the money arrived. He trusted me
completely—but sadly, he doubted the humans who helped him. He called them
crooks. He asked me not to send the rest through the post office again.
I am proud of
his faith, but I wish he had also seen the good in others. Sometimes, miracles
wear human faces.
You can listen it here.
