Sunday, 30 November 2014

Another One of Those "Little" Miracles

This almost slipped my mind, but it's just another example of how I'm convinced God orchestrates things while making them seem like coincidences.

I was on my way to my meeting at the Wold Creek Community Church in Lacombe last week. I had previously spoken with the administrator and arranged the date, time and space. On the highway on the way down I called the church and got the following message, "Our office hours are 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM, Tuesday to Friday."

Obviously, every time I had called must have been within these hours, but this was the first time I was aware of these hours - and I was planning to be there by 11:30 to set up for lunch. My heart sank. I was in trouble. I pictured having to wait, along with all my expected guests, outside a locked building until the administrator arrived at one o'clock. So, just like the last time, I shot up an arrow prayer that God would somehow redeem this disaster.

The rest of my drive was spent alternately cursing myself for my lack of thought and planning, and asking God to get me out of my predicament.

I stopped in to the local Subway to pick up my platter of subs, then proceeded to the church. Imagine my delight when, from a distance, I saw an old Nissan in the parking lot. The church door was open. I walked in and asked loudly if anyone was there. No one answered. I strolled around inside for a few minutes, when finally, someone appeared. It was a fellow named Bernie, who, "just happened to be there" to do a few things around the place. Bernie had no idea I was coming, or why, but when I explained, he showed me a room where I could get set up, then left, leaving me alone in the church. I must have looked trustworthy, I suppose. Long story short, I ended up having my meeting and had a very encouraging conversation with Pastor Leon Johnston of Wolf Creek Church.

Now, perhaps it was a coincidence that Bernie just happened to be there, outside of normal office hours. But I'm becoming more and more convinced that God saves me from these embarrassing predicaments, not for my sake, but  for His. One of my constant prayers is that I not embarrass God in anything I do.

Deep down, though, I'm torn as to whether it is His embarrassment or my own with which I'm concerned.



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