It takes a measure of faith to believe in God’s
providence. It is possible to dismiss
the everyday positive happenings as coincidence or luck. And when things go horribly wrong in our
lives, it is hard to see a caring God or to trust that in the end it will be
for the best. Often the only way to see
God’s providence is by looking back, years after a painful event. I’d like to share one story like that.
During the summer
of 1988 I spent part of my summer in Michigan leading Vacation Bible School and
otherwise assisting a church with outreach.
While I was away from home my family was going through a particularly
stressful time such that my father had to be hospitalized. The reasons for the stress concerned a
business partnership that had gone awry despite the best of intentions at the
beginning. My father’s hospital stay
caused hardship to my family because of the separation and the need to manage a
farm during the busiest season of the year.
As the eldest child in the family, I was unable to help from a distance.
My father’s
response to being in the hospital led us to being able to see God’s providence
in the situation, however. He was
looking out for the other patients and seeing how he could help them. He was drawn to talk with one woman in
particular. Vera, like my father, was
born in the Netherlands. She was alone
in the world and was suffering from major depression. She was estranged from her husband, and she would have no
place to go upon release. Her only relatives
lived overseas. When my mother went to
visit, she was introduced to Vera in the pleasant meeting area provided. My parents’ hearts went out to her.
Not really knowing
how things would unfold, my parents agreed that Vera could come home with them
when my father was released. Vera
walked around my parents’ spacious acreage, ate with the family and appreciated
the privacy of the guest room she had been given. However, it seemed that God knew my parents had enough to
handle. An aunt and uncle from the
Ottawa area were also visiting and they felt compelled to give Vera a new start
at their home.
Vera lived with
them for a period of time and was able to find work. Through my aunt and uncle, they were able to make contact with
her family in the Netherlands. In the
end an arrangement was made for her to go back to Holland and be cared for by
her relatives. If it were not for the
misery my family went through, my parents would never have been involved in
helping Vera’s life move forward.
Sometimes
circumstances place us where we would not choose to go. At such a time, the purpose of our being
there may not be about us at all. It
may be for the benefit of someone else entirely. Eyes of faith must overcome our natural tendency for
self-pity. God has a bigger plan than
we can imagine, and we need to trust Him.
It causes me to
think about the imprisonment of Christians in many places around the
world. Prison is the last place a
person chooses to go, but many faithful Christians who have been placed there
by the evil intents of a corrupt regime make the most of their time. They determine to live out their faith for
the benefit of the hardened criminals and guards who might not otherwise hear
the gospel of salvation.
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