Within minutes I see a potential blessing ahead: A ripe, red light has just changed into that beautiful shade of “come on through, sweet thing. Here’s your reward for being awesome.” For me, God? Don’t mind if I do.
But then it happens. Just as I approach the intersection…RED! Now I’m red. Can you believe it? Everything bad happens to me. Here I am, doing the best I can, asking for the tiniest thing. What’s the deal?
Maybe God is teaching me patience. Or perhaps it’s a slap on the wrist; after all, I do need to get up earlier. Or come to think of it, maybe God is saving my life! I heard about a woman delayed in traffic, only to realize later she avoided a pile-up. That could be the reason.
But—and this is a novel idea—what if it’s not about me at all?
There’s a mini-van on the intersecting street. Inside a woman smiles at her green light. She’s weary from the midnight shift. Silently she prays, “Lord, guide me home safely. I haven’t known you long, but I hear you care for my needs. Right now I need a safe, clear path on these streets. Will you help me?”
On the corner is a man selling newspapers. Unbeknownst to anyone, he needs $20 for his daughter’s field trip. But it’s been raining, and no one’s buying. Just as the light turns red, though, he sees a break in the clouds. And the car behind me produces a hand waving a twenty out the window. “Keep the change,” says a voice in the car. “And have a blessed day.”
The teen in a truck beside me is also stopped. He’s never noticed that cross on the billboard. Funny, he’s been thinking about church lately and decided just this morning to visit one nearby. What he doesn’t know (yet) is that he’ll find Jesus next month and start a new legacy of Christian men in his family. In fact, his grandson—who won’t be born for decades—will lead thousands of teens to the Lord.
So here I sit, a tiny cog in the beautiful wheel of God’s glory in motion. This appointed pause in time has little to do with me. And that’s a good thing.
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