The Harvest Mouse

Every year in the harvest fields of England, there are thousands of little tragedies. The victims are those charming little creatures: the harvest mouse. 

Early in the year the growing corn seems to them the ideal place in which to settle down and to bring up a family. A forest of corn-stocks is their whole world. 

In it they court and mate and play and bring up their families. Their happiness seems complete - until harvest. When the day comes for the owner of the field to reap his harvest, tragedy inevitably strikes the mouse house. 

The fields in which he thought were his world never belonged to him at all. The field mouse was decieved because for months he was left to his own devices. He never saw the owner of the field and naturally he knew nothing about the coming harvest. 

Many people allow themselves to be decieved because God, the owner of the world does not put in an occasional appearance. Thus man imagines the field belongs to him and there is no such thing as an eventual harvest. 

“When the Son of man shall come in his glory and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory; and before him shall be gathered all nations; and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats.” (Matthew 25:31-32)