The other day I was helping Sharon with the changes we were making to the blog site, and I was reading some of the old blogs from two years ago. In a couple of the earlier blogs, I promised to tell you how God found me a Seminary, but I have never told you that story so it is long overdue.
As I have said several times before, I do not believe in coincidence, they are God-incidents. Sharon and I were working at church as their youth-group leaders. Because of this, we had become good friends with the Pastor and his wife. The church building was a little older and needed some repairs, mainly the roof where it was leaking into several of the children’s classrooms. For Easter, the church took up a special offering hopping to cover the cost of some of the repairs. The next board meeting there was a huge fight (I mean with foul language and the pastor had to step in between people and he even intercepted a couple of blows) over how to spend the money. The next Sunday the Pastor got up and gave the congregation a month notice.
A small group after church took the Pastor out for lunch. This small group talked the pastor into starting another church. After the last choir practice the Pastor asked Sharon and I if we would like to get a soda. Because things ran late that night, he pulled me aside and we sat in the back of the church and talked. He asked if I would come be his Youth Pastor, which after some prayer, Sharon and I agreed to do.
After getting the church started and moving a couple of times because of growth. The church decided that I needed to be ordained. They held a nice ceremony on a Sunday, and all of my relatives were invited. The next time I saw him, he called me into his office and said the he felt that maybe we had done it backwards and that I should go to seminary. He knew that a new seminary had opened up in Houston and since I was working in Houston at that time, maybe we could work something out. He had even figured out that he would have the church start a Timothy Fund for me to help pay for seminary. The only thing he did not know was the name and location of the school. I was working for a hospital in the Medical Center in Houston at the time. Therefore, the pastor suggested I make an appointment with the Chaplin of the hospital.
I thought this was strange, but I made the appointment for a couple of days later. I explained my dilemma to the Chaplin and he gave me a list of three in town, and one of the schools was holding classes in the building next to the building where I was working.
All I had to do was walk down a long hallway and go down the stairs, the exit to those stairs lead to the sidewalk to the next building. I had less than a football field’s walk to class. They even had evening classes. I got off at 5:00 and class started at 5:00. It was a miracle.
To first look at this story, you would think that a lot of bad things happened, like the splitting of the church, the fight, and all, but God used all that for good. That why I say I do not believe in coincidences but God-incidences. It is what the Bible says in Romans:
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
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