Saturday, October 13, 2012

Stoplights and names on paper.

I tend to believe that God does big miracles and is involved in grand schemes but I'm less likely to see God is small, seemingly-no-purpose events. For example, stoplights. My husband told me one day several months ago that he believed getting all green lights through a city once was a God-thing, a small blessing meant to bring him joy. I pooh-poohed that. "Stoplights?" I said. "You weren't even rushing someone to the hospital! What's the point? Would God do that just for you?"

You see, I don't see faith as something that simply "makes you happy", that God caters to our self-centered, little-kid wishes that have no lasting impact. I am a principled person. I care very much about the shoulds and the musts. Sure, I'll appreciate a beautiful sunset and give Him the praise for it in a quiet you-and-me moment, but purposefully interfering with electronics and man-made patterns that affect many people in traffic just to make one person smile? Not so sure about that. The idea didn't even sound biblical. Yes, God intervened many times in the Bible to show Himself, to bring people to Him or to grow the "key players" in His story. Yes, Jesus said even the hairs on our heads are numbered (Matthew 10:30), but I just thought that was showing God both knows all and that he cares about us as individuals. But I don't see stories about God-ordained occurrences that made people smile, nothing more.

Then this week has been an amusing monkey wrench in all of that. First, a little more necessary backstory. Carrying on my family's tradition, I have a "prayer bowl" at my husband and I's dinner table. Each night that we are home for dinner, one of us chooses a piece of paper from the bowl that has someone or something to pray for, making sure not to peek before we pick. I wrote the names months ago: family members, work places, the president, etc. Usually we decide who will bless the meal based on who is more connected to the name we drew.  

This week, however, we've nominated the other person to pray and "taken our chances" that the name will be related to the other person. And it's worked out. After it happened a few nights in a row, I wondered out loud if God was specifically "planning" who we'd pray for. Ben jumped on that. "You believe God would do that but not intervene with stoplights?" I had to laugh. Touché. My faith is probably too small.

The following day, Ben and I were asked to consider more involved roles with the worship teams of our church. Somewhat unexpected stuff. An hour later, we were sitting down to dinner and who should we pick from the prayer bowl but "Vineyard worship team". I laughed and laughed. If anything, I think God has a sense of humor!

As a Christian, I'm inclined to believe there are few coincidences. Some things seem too significant to be pure chance, yet sometimes too small to be the "hand of God". I don't know... I don't have it all figured out. Here's what I do know however:
1) God's in control of everything, directly or indirectly. He also has cosmically big purposes. I may not see the point of "small" happenings but ultimately He may be working them out in a certain way for the sake of the bigger picture. 
2) Prayers matter. The missionary Paul wrote frankly to one church, "you help us by your prayers" (2 Corinthians 1:11). So God may well be wanting an extra prayer for someone one day, so out of the "random" prayer bowl comes their name.
3) He cares about growing my faith. There are lots of people in the Bible who had specific encounters with God that were ordained to increase their trust and belief in Him. I'm particularly reminded of Gideon from the Old Testament, who was chosen by God for a big task. He had the audacity to test God about this: “If now I have found favor in your eyes, give me a sign that it is really you talking to me." (Judges 6:17) So he places a wool fleece out over night. If it has dew on it but not the floor around it--that'd be God's sign. God does it this way. Gideon tests Him again, in the opposite way: no dew on the fleece but dew on the floor. God does it that way. Gideon is convinced and goes on the quest. That's awfully patient of God! He must have really cared that Gideon had enough faith!

Years ago, my sister chastised me years ago for not praying when I had lost something. I have prayed in those circumstances ever since--not just so that I'll find them, but also to show God I trust Him with everything and that I believe that He cares. Still not sure where I stand on the stoplight issue but that's okay. I'm guessing my God is challenging me to grow again: to believe He is so big, He's that minutely involved.

Thoughtfully yours,
Ellen


"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28)

"You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways." (Psalm 139:1-3)

 "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." (Matthew 10:29-31)