Miracles

Miracle
/ˈmɪrək(ə)l/
noun
  1. an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency

I haven’t been going to church for the past few weeks, give or take 5, since my wedding. I called it my spiritual sabbatical. But last Sunday, amidst the maybe I should start going next week, I found myself headed to church.

When I walked into church, the corner where I usually sit at was taken, and so we moved to the best seats right next to it. It so happened that there was a gentleman seated right next to where we were.

And as we sat, we introduced ourselves to our neighbour and got right into the groove of the service.

*

Fred had just left the bar that morning feeling distraught and not knowing what to do. He felt his life was in shambles and he needed something to get it right. The bottle he’d been stuck on for the last few weeks was not doing the trick. He thought maybe relaxing his mind and getting his thoughts in order would do the trick. He thought that maybe a little jazz to set the mind at ease and figure out what his next move was what he needed to do.

So he left the bar  and wondered around looking for where he would get to listen to jazz music that morning. It so happened that he knew a place that would do the trick and thus got onto his bike and rode to Jazzville. Jazzville is known for being the centre so he definitely knew that there would be some soothing music when he got there.

*

Where two or more are gathered, I am present. Churches have evolved recently from rocks to buildings and now bars. Where I go to worship on Sundays is also a jazz bar – occasionally.

I sat next to Fred on Sunday morning as he narrated his story. His wife had left him with the kids, his life was miserable and he didn’t know what to do. He’d spent the better part of the morning drinking to forget his problems but his problems just didn’t want to go away. And this morning, after he left the bar, he was looking for a place where they played jazz and so headed for Jazzville. It so happens that the Worship Harvest Bugolobi community congregates at Jazzville every Sunday at 9:00 and 11:15am.

He walked in and found them preaching. Confused, he sat and listened. He’d been crying since they started preaching because they were preaching to him. The sermon was about him. The music was about him. He seemed puzzled about how a random thought had brought him here. And most of all the message was ‘The ONE’! Worship Harvest is embarking on a mission to bring the one back to God much as Christ brought us back to Him.

Coincidence, I think not.

Life is but miracles. A series of unexplained and yet interconnected situations. Fred came to church on a whim and shabang, got saved. Yeah, Fred gave his life to Christ. I came back to the fold (well, I really never left) and this is just but another happy ending. Are you waiting for that miracle to happen to you? Do you know that you actually don’t have to wait for that to happen?

‘I knew you before you were made…I have plans to prosper you…I am your Shepherd, you shall not lack…Ask and you shall receive…’

Peace, and may this journey continue to bring you light Fred.

 

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4 thoughts on “Miracles

  1. Nicely written and very encouraging. More encouraging, is the fact that He loves you as He finds you and also there is no place too dark, Our God can’t rescue anyone from.

  2. We thank the Lord for this – His mercies are new every morning!
    We also pray Fred gets the proper follow-up and is discipled so he’ll [better] understand what he’s signed up for 😉

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