I could fill up this page with times when I did not understand what was happening to me, only later to learn that there was a reason. But other times, I still do not know the reason for something that has occurred in my past. And I may never come to know the reason. This is one of the toughest challenges of being a Christian. We wonder why bad things happen to good people. Or we wonder why we suffer? We may also wonder why good things happen to bad people. There are many questions that go unanswered everyday.
The challenge is to accept that our God is a loving God. He is sovereign. He knows the past and the future.
He may choose to answer our many questions or He may choose not to. Our life is literally in His hands.
One such question came to my mind a few weeks ago. I was carpooling with fifteen women in three cars to a conference in Ottawa. Everything was going along tickety-boo when the lead van decided to take an unscheduled exit off the highway. It pulled halfway onto the off ramp, pulled over to the shoulder, and stopped. We followed. There was cause for concern as we watched the driver lift the hood. Oh no, engine troubles. Well I’m sure we received more than a few chuckles as 15 women stood gawking at the innards of an engine, with not one of us knowing what to do. Three of us went tromping through the marsh to find someone at the service station who might be able to help us only to return empty handed. The vehicle owner called family members for assistance but received only limited advice. We were stranded.
We decided to pray. As the minutes continued on we were surprised to see a rather large man trudging through the wet marshland to our rescue. He was a truck driver who had stopped at the service station and saw that we were in distress. He introduced himself as Nick and said that although he wasn’t a mechanic, he might be able to help us out. We accepted. Nick then put both hands on the front of the van and leaned in for a closer look at the engine. He asked the driver to try and start the van. Expecting the same sputter and die of the engine, we screamed in delight when the engine turned over and started! We were elated. Nick was surprised. Nick admitted to being a Christian himself after we offered to pray for him. So fifteen women surrounded Nick-the-truck-driver on the shoulder of a busy highway and prayed for him. We thanked him and sang his praises all the way to Ottawa.
Why did this happen? To show us that God is still a miracle worker? To stop us from a car accident further down the road? To prove that God answers prayer? To minister to Nick in his hour of need? I don’t know. I may never know. But I will hold on to the truth that God is sovereign. He knows. And I will accept this and trust in Him.