I’m going to tell you a story that has nothing to do with the recent elections. Is that okay?
The time change really screwed me up this weekend. I went to bed worried on Saturday night, anxious that I’d miss my 4:00 a.m. holy hour, and tossed & turned for several hours. When I woke up and saw that it was 1:52, I thought I’d might as well just get up.
So I went downstairs and started my coffee…
Then realized that it hadn’t been 1:52 at all. It was 11:52 when I got up, which meant little sleep before my holy hour but lots of sleep throughout it.
I’m sorry, dear Lord.
I was just…so tired.
Feeling both sleepy and hungry on my way home, I decided to swing by a 24-hour McDonald’s down the road from our church. I’m just a bit addicted to their breakfast sandwiches, if you must know, especially their sausage biscuits.
Was it God’s will for me to go to McDonald’s at that hour? Because just before I turned into the parking lot, I saw a man lying face down in the street. He was crumpled into a heap at the side of a car—prostrate, unmoving—and I was so afraid that he was dead.
I’ll admit, I was just as afraid to approach him.
Yet, I didn’t have my cell phone with me, having left it at the Cathedral the previous week. What could I do? How could I get help? I could tell the manager at McDonald’s, I guess, but then I saw another woman. She was sitting in her car, reading the paper and sipping a coffee. At 5:00 in the morning! What are the odds? I flew over.
Yes, she had a cell phone & yes, she would call 911. Together, then, we went to stand by the man, and fearfully I told her, “He’s not breathing.”
Except at that point he did breath. He gave a loud snore.
And I thought, “What a cold, uncomfortable place to pass out.”
It all worked out in the end, I think. The woman told me that I could go and she would wait for the police to arrive, which they did. (I saw the flashing lights as I pulled away from the drive-through, sausage biscuit in hand & leftover angst in heart.) I drove home praying for that poor man; I drove home thanking God for His providence.
See? I told you my story had nothing to do with the elections.
Or does it?
I think—no, I trust—that it will be okay. We may see things that shock and sadden us, but God is ever at our side. He’s in control. We must cling to Him.