Met by God

A guest post by Ruth Wilkinson. After Sunday’s service, I wasn’t the only person to ask for a copy of this…

Paul was met by God in his hostility
Zaccheus was met by God in his curiosity
Adam and Eve were met by God in their failure
Joseph was met by God in his disappointment

Where are you?

Jacob was met by God while running away from his family
John the baptist was met by God before he was born
Elijah was met by God when alone and in danger
Jonah was met by God while going in the wrong direction

Where are you?

Moses was met by God on a mountain top
Joshua was met by God while on the outside, looking in
David was met by God while everyone else ignored him
Peter was met by God just doing his everyday job

Where are you?

Abraham was met by God when he was content and at home
Sarah was met by God in her cynical laughter
Hagar was met by God when she was dying of thirst
Mary Magdalene was met by God at the grave of a friend

Where are you?

When “God Thing” Isn’t Being Overused

Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.

So there we were, dropping our eldest off for his last full week of college classes and we were heading for the freeway, and then a number of things happened all at once:

• We decided to take a different route and enter the freeway from a different on-ramp, a route we simply never take;
• As we were about to get on the ramp, the guy ahead of us in a van stopped on a green light which slowed us down just long enough to notice…
• There was a hitchhiker who looked really familiar; in fact a guy that we got to know through the ministry organization my wife co-founded;
• Because we were moving a bit slower because of the van, we were able to quickly pull over, honk the horn, and our friend got a much appreciated ride that ended up with him being delivered to his front door.

I really, really, really don’t want to overuse the phrase, “It was a God-thing.”  But I really, really, really believe we were directed to take a different route home, and I really, really, really believe God caused the van driver to slow us down long enough to see and recognize the guy hitching a ride and be able to do something about it.

Cool.

Confirmation?

A few months ago a woman who has worked with us for about seven years ago announced that she and her husband would be leaving Canada for a one year missionary term with Africa Inland Mission.

As they cleaned up their house for a realtor to show it, the removed a woodpile only to discover this at the bottom.

Neither they nor ourselves are big believers in this sort of thing, but my goodness, look at the thing!   It’s hard to ignore the similarity.   Even more amazing to think it was there all along during the ten years they’ve lived in that house.

Do you think God orchestrates the placement of these confirmations in our path, or to you, is it just a bunch of rocks?