Life is made up of so many coincidences that sometimes we take them for granted.
One person’s coincidence (merely being in the right place at the right time) could be, for you, a “God incident”, orchestrated by the Father to enrich and enable you in your journey of life.
A couple of mornings ago, I met my vocal teacher. I asked her to teach me to sing On Bended Knee, a simple chorus, from the heart. I was at a loss how to inject life and passion into songs if they were simple and had become all-too familiar.
On my own I’d tried, but to me, my playbacks sounded clichéd and sentimental, not stirring nor heartfelt.
A line in the song “I worship You in spirit, I worship in truth” moved her to share that earlier that morning, she was woken up at 4 am and found herself opening the Gospel of John. Verse 24 said, “God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”
Was it coincidence that I happened to later on in the day meet her and together led us to worship God with these lines over and over again?
My side of the story, the coincidence bit, has to be told. How did I choose On Bended Knee? Was it a random choice? Had I been nudged by the Spirit to want to learn this song better?
It was one of those tunes that had randomly popped up in my mind a week back, when I was not in the best of moods. It isn’t anything more complicated than that. But it needs to be said that the song came to me in the midst of a discouraging time, and it was a gift to my worrisome thoughts.
Sometimes, the person at the other end of the “God incident” is the “giver,” unconscious that events were miraculous, wonderful, a gift in a time of need. Sometimes, it could be as simple as the gift of friendship, the gift of time, shared thoughts, that helps the other muddle through the fog of days and weeks and months. Looking back, one sees the presence of the other as a means to get through, so that at random meetings, the conversation still is easy, despite the long quiet absence; the reassurance from above all that matters, in the end.
- The agony of true worship (pastorayres.wordpress.com)