Child of God

God and Me

Exiting Starbucks, I ran into a gentleman this morning (~5 years my senior)… asked me if the UofI Hospitals had a Catholic chapel. I soon discovered his family was bringing their mother to UofI following a serious accident ~a year ago… for further intense treatment.

Instinct Kicks In

Oddly enough, my former “lay-pastor” proclivities kicked-in, lending me to inform him of the UofI’s chapels and asking him about God and his belief’s. We then spent ~5 minutes in the cold discussing religion and his concern for his mother. Between the two of us, we came to understand that all of us struggle. For that struggle, I leave him this quote, which I pray he finds:

Are you in difficult circumstances, surrounded by people who do not understand, who never consult your taste, who put you in the background? “This thing is from Me. I am the God of circumstances. Thou camest not to thy place by accident; it is the very place God meant for thee.” I have placed you in the very school where this lesson is taught; your surrounding and companions are only working out my will.


How in the world did I find myself in a place to be in that situation at THAT time? Honestly, God and I have a very tentative relationship. I understand that God exists, but I don’t’ understand why he’s been wreaking so much havoc on my life over the last 10 years… and why so many people have to struggle. It’s weird and probably stupid. I just don’t understand why people with great intentions have to work so hard to make those intentions come to fruition. Am I too proud? Are we too full of ourselves? Am I trying too hard? Are we simply ignoring our own personal issues to make it impossible to do “real” good? I don’t know.

Be that as it may… before I go to bed tonight, I shall pray for him and his family for strength. God did not place me there for nothing. It felt as if I was meant to do something… and I hope I did (and will do) what was intended. I hope I did OK. I pray that I didn’t shank the opportunity. Helping others only helps to help myself. I hope I didn’t disappoint.

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