Unsolved Mysteries
This has been quite a week. I may have mentioned before that I do contract therapy. That means that if I don’t work, I don’t eat. I was afforded an opportunity that requires me to miss a week of work. And it didn’t come at a very convenient time. I already work less days in the month of December because of Christmas and New Year’s. I struggled, but I decided to skip out on work. I can’t afford to not work, but I also can’t afford to miss this opportunity.
With all that in mind, I realized that I had a doctor’s appointment on this past Tuesday. Even though I didn’t want to miss any work this week, I decided to keep the appointment. I arrived at the doctor’s office to be told that I wasn’t on the schedule that day. My actual appointment was on Thursday.
I was irritated, but I shook it off. I was going to go back on Thursday and miss more work. Just a small hiccup. Until I returned to the office on Thursday. And the lady told me my appointment was not on Thursday. It was on December 19th. I can’t lie. I got mad. I didn’t cuss her out, but the Christ in me was NOT shining. Then I remembered a sermon that I had just heard Jamal Bryant preach that morning. (I’ve reached the stage in life where I listen to sermons while I get dressed in the morning…don’t judge me…judge your mama…LOL).
He told the story of Westside Baptist Church in Beatrice, Nebraska. On March 1, 1950, all 15 members of the choir were late to choir rehearsal for varying reasons. Some just lost track of time. This was atypical because even the choir director was late, and she was a stickler for prompt arrivals. Although rehearsal started at 7:30, everyone was usually there by 7:25.
One choir member lived directly across the street from the church. As she opened the door to walk across the street, the entire church blew up. It was a natural gas explosion. Debris was everywhere. Pages from hymnals dropped from the sky like snow. It was 7:27 p.m. Every choir member was late. And it spared all of their lives.
This reminded me to chill out. I don’t know why things happened the way they did for me this past week, but I do know God has a plan. I get so annoyed when my schedule is thrown off. When people seem to be flippant about my distress. But I don’t have time or room to be overly concerned about my mis scheduled appointment.
The annoyances may be God’s way of keeping me out of some dangerous situations. He may have been moving me away from work to keep me from ill intentions that I can’t see, or it may have just been a bump to see how I would respond to nonchalant attitudes. I may never know the true reason, but I am certain that it all works out for my good. The bumps in life will work out for your good too. #wepreach
