Miracle in Cuba

Myrna Clark was born in a small town in Cuba.

Her father was a businessman, and they lived comfortably for her first fifteen years. Then in 1955, Fidel Castro started a revolution, promising to overtake the dictator and start a democracy. In December, the war started.

Hearing and feeling bombs dropping near their house, they prayed day and night for their safety. In 1959, a new government took over.

Life was back to normal, or so they thought.

A year later, a Communist government was established.

Life changed drastically. The first change involved how much land a person could own. All Mr. Clark’s businesses were taken from him.

A person could own five acres maximum, and the rest belonged to the government. The Christian high school Myrna attended owned many acres of farmland. The government confiscated half of the acreage.

The corn on the school’s side of the fence grew tall and beautiful. The government’s corn was straggly looking. God blessed the school with a large harvest, but the government’s yield was small. During the following year’s drought, people wondered whether they would lose all the vegetables needed for survival.

The principal called a special chapel service, where he explained to the students the urgent need for rain. “If it doesn’t rain, we will lose all our crops.

We won’t have food to feed you, and the school will have to close. We must trust God, but we must also do our part.” Then he explained his plan.

“We will have an all-night session of prayer, asking God to send the rain we so badly need. You will go back to your dorms, and we will pray.

Those in the first room will pray.

When they are finished, they will knock on the door of the next room, and those students will pray. We will pray until morning.” And so they did.

The next morning, everyone looked anxiously at the sky.

By afternoon, clouds had gathered, and rain poured down! But it only rained on the school’s farm. Rain fell all summer—but only on the school’s farm.

Many people drove by the school that year to see the miracle God was working for the school. The harvest was so plentiful that it fed the students and there was enough left over to sell. God will work mightily for us when we trust in Him with our needs.

Dalores Broome Winget