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Dee ’ s News
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The sweat of the day’s hay baling had dried on Jonas Peachy’s back by the time the late supper was
over. The day had presented a great concern to this older teen as he’d hidden his beloved transistor radio
in the hay loft. ‘Would it be discovered?’ It hadn’t been! Now he wanted to find it in the loft filled with
fresh hay.
The summer sun had lent its light to lengthen the day as Jonas asked to be excused and quickly made his escape out the
back door. Passing behind the shop and chicken house he made his way to the barn out of sight. Breathlessly he
climbed the ladder to the hay loft in search of his treasure. It took a bit for him to get his bearings, and spot the
support post by which he had hidden the radio. By moving several bales of hay he found the pocket of space with
his secret still undiscovered.
With a grateful, yet fearful heart he tuned in to the station he always listened to. He was just in time to hear
the well recognized voice of George Beverly Shea singing;
“
Down at the Cross where my Savior died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name! Glory to His Name!”
As Shea sang the invitation in the last verse: “Come to this fountain so rich and sweet; Cast thy poor soul at
the Savior’s feet...” Jonas’ heart was drawn with longing for something other than the same religious bondages he’d
always known. It seemed that there was something missing in his religion.
“
Maybe cousin Levi was right when he told me that we needed relationship and not just religion,” Jonas told
himself.
Keeping the volume of the radio low he listened intently as Dr. Graham came on with his profound mes-
sage taken from John 3:3. “Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.”
As Billy Graham started his message, Jonas was so intent in receiving spiritual water for his thirsty soul that
he didn’t hear the rustling at the loft’s entrance until he heard his dad’s authoritative voice booming into the semi-
Short Story: The Hidden Radio
by Linda Chorpening
