Showing posts with label providence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label providence. Show all posts

Monday, December 2, 2019

Coincidence Or Providence?


I took a bag out to the trash this morning and found that all our trash cans were full. All five. Three of the 55 gallon variety, with their lids off,  and two others, slightly smaller and never having lids since we moved here. It was curious. We left town a week ago Sunday and our trash usually gets picked up Tuesday and Friday. Where did all this trash come from while we were out of town? Then I remembered that the church gym had been rented twice while we were away. The groups usually take away their own trash but one of them must have left theirs in our cans instead. Recently the transfer station closed their 24 hour access and so I can understand why the choice between leaving the trash in the back of a pickup overnight, easy picking for crows and loose dogs, and leaving it in the cage and cans at church would be a no-brainer.

When I saw how full the cans were and thought about our garbage  pickup being at least a day away, given that the garbage crews would have more to pickup after a holiday weekend, I figured that the best thing to do would be to load the garbage in the Pastormobile and take it to the transfer station myself. An hour or so later, when I knew the post office would be open and I could pick up the package waiting for us there, I got out the Pastormobile and loaded the garbage.

Picking up garbage in Dulce is an old-school process. Most of the work is done by crews of 2-4 people, driving a crew cab pickup that has been modified with a cage on the back. The crew gets out of the truck, picks the bags up from the cans, heaves then over the top of the cage, and then moves on to the next house. They have a hard and dirty job, and so I try not to make the bags too heavy. As I loaded the Pastormobile some of the bags were very heavy. Because of all the absent lids and the recent snow a number of bags were also frozen to the cans and to each other. I was glad to have a pair of work gloves in the Pastormobile as I got things loose and loaded. Then it was off to the transfer station.

Drove to the main building and backed into the bay with a chute down to a waiting dumpster. Got out of the car to sign-in and a man came out to help me unload. It was a man I haven’t seen for quite a while, the better part of a year, but someone I had been hoping to run into. Late this summer he had called the house several times, leaving me a message and asking for a call back to his number. Unfortunately I neither had his number, nor does our phone give numbers on incoming calls. Once I asked a husband and wife if they knew where I might find him. Their response was along the lines of "We don’t run with that kind of crowd."

The man and I talked briefly, including his saying that "I need to get my life turned around." I know parts of his story and those words were music to my ears. He asked how long I was planning to stay as the pastor in Dulce. That was a surprise, as we met shortly after arriving in Dulce in 2013. I told him I'm not planning to go anywhere in the next year. He also said he'd be in church this coming Sunday. I hear that a lot, often without follow through. But I know that God acts powerfully in single moments, and perhaps this coming Sunday will be one of those moments.  

Or perhaps this morning was one of those moments. I could look at the various things I wrote about my morning and how they brought me face-to-face with a friend who needed some encouragement, and chalk it all up to coincidence. Nothing more than a series of random events coming together in one event that from my point-of-view seemed to have meaning.

But coincidence denies the existence and work in the world of an active and personal God. Coincidence is how the god Baal works as his prophets have their showdown with Elijah in 1 Kings 18. Yeah, he's a god, but he isn't always available, or very interested, in what is going on down on earth, even among the people who worship him.

The God of the Bible is a God of providence. He know all things and has a purpose for all things. He coordinates even minor details, even unlikely events, to serve his purposes. He reveals his purposes on his timing. His eye is never off of those children who love him, even when they are doing things that are against the very faith they profess. The God of providence is the God Elijah worships, and Elijah sees him coming through, again and again and again.

The God of providence is the God of the Old and New Testaments, the God who has drawn me to himself and the God whom I pray is at work in my friend's life. May you see him working in your life, especially in those seemingly random, seemingly coincidental moments. When it comes to God, there are no coincidences.




Scripture quotations are from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version® (ESV®), copyright © 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Providence


Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and today I noticed several emails and Facebook posts on the general topics of ‘love’ and ‘true love.’  They all had a nice, uplifting tone to them.  Some of them were faith-based, with images of Jesus and verses from the Bible.  The most common verses used were John 3:16 and 1 Corinthians 13:13.

Throughout the day another part of my brain has been pondering God’s providence.  I have been reading an excellent discussion of what the Puritan’s had to say about providence.  Providence is the idea that God is actively engaged in the world, maintaining it and guiding it for His purposes.  Many Bible verses speak to this, with Matthew 6:25-33, being among the most familiar.  Jesus closes this portion of the Sermon on the Mount saying:

“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all of these things will be added to you.”

Jesus is teaching that because God is taking care of us, and everything around us, that we don’t need to have anxiety over the circumstances of our lives.  We can trust Him and love Him the way He deserves to be loved, rather than being consumed by other pursuits.

These two thoughts, Valentine’s Day and God’s providence, connect with each other because God provides for us out of His love for us.  His love isn't the idealized love of the Valentine’s Day card, or the romance movie, or some other image we carry in our mind. 

His love is something infinitely better than idealized love, because it is perfect love. 

One of the ways that God shows His perfect love and providential care is through His protection.  His protection is always present.  Even when we are suffering His protection is present.  One day we will die, but it will always be within the limits that He sets, and as we pass from this world we will pass into an eternity in Heaven with Him.

So the last thing I have for this post is a link to Whom Shall I Fear, a new song by Chris Tomlin that I was listening to today, a song that speaks of the protection God always has for those who have faith in Him through Christ Jesus.  May you be blessed as you listen to the song here.  The lyrics are here.  And since I have linked this from youtube you may have to endure a cheesy add.  It’s worth it.  

Be blessed in God’s perfect love today and everyday.

 

Scripture quotations are from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version® (ESV®), copyright © 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Now what? Going Home, part 6


This journey concerning my mom, our family and our travel with her while she is on hospice is going places I never would have anticipated when it began.  She went to the hospital late one day, was critically ill overnight the second day, and had a test that revealed something very seriously wrong on the third day.  There was one treatment option, a large surgery that carried very significant risks.  She declined the surgery and chose to come home with hospice care. 

Earlier this week I learned from my brother that the surgeon expected that her body would fail in 2 to 8 days.  Today is her 25th day at home. 

The day that she came home I slept in her room and her breathing was so labored that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had died overnight.  And there were two other nights in those first two weeks where I went to bed with the same sense of anticipation, thinking it to be as likely as not that she would die overnight. 

I have been back with her now for six days and things are very stable.  Her breathing is normal, in the sense that it is regular and quiet, so that I don’t have a constant awareness of it.  Her pain is improved to the point that her use of pain medication, which at its highest was much less than what was permitted for her, is currently at zero.  Her last pain medication was 18 hours ago. 

She is still quite tired, napping frequently during the day.  She isn’t eating much but she is eating what she wants, when she wants to, so that in regard to rest and nutrition she is getting what her needs met her way.

I spoke with the coordinator of her care through the hospice agency and they are of the opinion that her precipitating medical condition has, unexpectedly, stabilized.  Her overall physical condition continues to qualify her for hospice care.  The nurse will make daily phone calls but likely be checking on her personally less often than she has over the past three weeks.

When our mother came home from the hospital my siblings and I put together a plan for one, and often more, of us to be with her all of the time.  That has worked well to this point but one of the “Now what?” questions for us is how do we continue to care for our mom, whose death does no longer seems imminent but who will still require 24 hour supervision and assistance? 

These last 25 days have been at times arduous and wrenching on my siblings and our families.  They have tested our relationships with each other, and speaking for myself, have strengthened them. 

This has also been a rich time for me to be present with my mom.  I think that I will always treasure the memories of being with her during this period of her life.  The sheer number of days with her has been a gift.

And this has been a rich time for my mom to visit with friends and family.  It has been a privilege to be present and to hear their stories.  

 I am not certain what is coming next in this journey with our mother, but I do know Who to ground myself in as we seek to find our way.  I join with the Psalmist in saying:

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you.  Show me the way I should go, for to you I left up my soul.” Psalm 143:8 NIV