Broken Promised Lands?... ADDENDUM

[TO UNDERSTAND THE CONTEXT OF THIS ADDENDUM, YOU MIGHT BENEFIT FROM FIRST READING THE POST THAT IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS IT.]

As I wrote the original “Broken Promised Lands?” post, my car sat in the parking lot of a local grocery store, the victim of either a bad battery or starter. My sister-in-law had kindly provided me a jump – to no avail – and then a ride home, where I called my auto dealer to learn its preferred towing company. When I called the towing concern, I heard only its voice mail, which assured me of a call back within five minutes.... An hour later I called the tow company again, apparently so that I could enjoy again the soothing strains of the voice mail’s five minute promise.

My first thought upon receiving the voice mail’s reprise was, I’m not supposed to have the car towed; it’s only the battery, which we will be able to replace on our own. [TRANSLATION: It’s a God thing.]

Well, the towing people never called, and I never sought other options – I think because my spirit was so convinced of the God-thing thing – so nothing happened until Shari returned home from her day’s overtime hours. We scurried over to my car, discovered it to have no more pulse than four hours earlier, then trekked down the avenue a bit to an auto parts store, which sold me a battery and even provided loaner tools to complete the replacement. We were back home, two working vehicles in the garage, within an hour of when we left the house.


Now that’s was a God thing. Clear. Unmistakable. Not debatable.

But it wasn’t just one God thing; it was two. The first was that my battery died in a safe place, not far from home, my sister-in-law’s kindness, or the auto parts store. The second was that it came on the same day and in the middle of the original post’s storm clouds of doubt and hesitation about our congregation. God worked multiple magic in my life today.

I’d ask why can’t all God things be this obvious, but I fear what would have to break down in order for me to get the answer!


Pray with me:
You are good, God. I’m not, at least very often, but you are. And for that, at least until my next season of doubt, I praise you. In the name of Jesus, Amen.