Lately, there have been so many “unusual” events in my life that it’s just downright exciting: getting Godly direction from a hitchhiker, having a wonderful blessing from taking in a cyclist in need of medical rest, sensing God’s leading in what seemed like a routine pastoral visit and getting another blessing from a bizarre impulse. I don’t think I’ve ever had a time in my life when there were so many “signs” that God was visibly active.
I’ve written already about the hitchhiker and the cyclist; I’ll give a relatively short account of the pastoral visit.
I went by to visit one of my church members, a woman who is too old too be middle-aged and too active to think of as elderly. Having thought for two years that she is a widow, I was surprised to meet her husband. As I visited with them, he said something that deeply stirred my spirit. “I really need to offer to pray for this guy,” I thought. That’s not something I normally do with people I’ve just met.
Just about the time I started to ask, an adult grandchild showed up. “Aw, man! What lousy timing,” I thought. But the Spirit wouldn’t make giving up that convenient for my spirit. So, at the risk of personal embarrassment and rejection, I said to the man, “I know I’ve just met you and this may sound really weird, but I just have a really strong sense that I need to pray for you. Would that be okay?”
“Sure,” he said, provoking more than slight surprise in me, “that’d be fine.”
As I knelt in front of him, I took both of his hands. Immediately, I sensed deep, piercing ache and pain. I began sobbing, trying to be quiet in spite of the waves of anguish I could feel. After twenty seconds or so of that, I began praying.
When I finished, I moved back across the room to my chair. The granddaughter said, “There’s a woman I work with who just found out she has cancer.”
“And she doesn’t understand why?” I asked. “She is a believer and she hasn’t lived a sinful life and she’s wondering ‘Why me?'” There was a look of surprise and puzzlement on the granddaughter’s face, “Yes. Exactly.”
So we prayed for her friend at work and then just to make it three in a row, I prayed for the woman I’d come to visit.
Once again, God had taken something mundane and normal and turned it into something much more powerful and significant. I had to marvel at his timing and purpose.
And then, twenty minutes later, he turned it into something even more powerful and significant. Lord willing, I’ll write about that tomorrow.