Stories from the Sunday School Times
During World War II, a U.S. marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting was extremely intense; and amidst the crossfire and walls of smoke, he had distanced himself too far from his unit and had crossed into unknown territory.
Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers nearing him. They had tracked him. Sprinting as quickly and quietly as he could through the green, he found his way up a high ridge to an area of small caves in the rock. He crawled inside one of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would search the caves. He would be killed.
As he waited, he prayed, “Lord, if it be Your will, protect me. I trust You, Father, with my life, even though it be taken away.”
The marine lay motionless in the cave. He could hear the enemy climbing the ridge and then nearing the caves. Surely, they must hear the pounding of his heart. Then, the marine saw a spider drop from the top of the cave and begin to weave a web over the opening.
As the soldier watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave. The marine almost laughed.
“What I need is a brick wall. The Lord has given me a spider web. Now I know He must have a sense of humor.”
As the enemy drew closer, the marine watched from the darkness of his hideout. He could now see them searching one cave after another. When they finally reached him, the soldier readied himself for his last stand. He would not go down without a fight.
To the marine’s complete amazement, the enemy glanced briefly at the cave and moved on. Suddenly, he realized that, with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for a while.
“Lord, forgive me,” prayed the young man. “I had forgotten that, in You, even a spider’s web is strong.”