God works. We simply knock, sow seed, water, and harvest where we can. God works. It isn't up to us to manipulate the playing field for we can't. God works.
I knocked on some hearts in Sunday's sermon from Philippians 4:4-8. Where God takes it is up to Him; not me....Romans 9:16.
A recent high school grad from Shawnee was in a golf tournament in Tulsa this past weekend. This up-and-coming golf star was killed in a car wreck on his way home to Shawnee Monday. I didn't know him or any of his family....I assumed.
Today I received a call from the minister who will conduct the funeral. He told me the couple I met Sunday morning before church was this young man's mom and dad. I had no idea.
He continued, What you wouldn't know is the dad told me today in funeral preparation that he had been to hear you preach on Sunday and that he couldn't explain it but that sermon was what was getting him through this ordeal.
Me? I broke into quiet tears. How amazing the intricacies of our God. How orchestrational He is day after day and decade after decade.
I'm so glad I went out of my way to meet these visitors Sunday morning. I really liked them immediately. But I had no idea they were present for a reason. Of course, I should know by now we are wonderfully made in His design.
Who can fathom? Not me. But I so enjoy the God-stories which illumine a struggling world.
Keep knocking on hearts. God's on the other side.