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Have you ever found yourself at a strange point in life and wondered how you got there? Have you looked back at the coincidences and happenstance that brought you together with others in a particular place and time? That feeling of gratitude for God’s careful direction is one of the reasons that one my favorite texts in all of Scripture is a strange little story about a lonely road, a deacon named Philip, and an Ethiopian eunuch. Read on...  

26 Now an angel of the Lord said to Philip, “Go south to the road—the desert road—that goes down from Jerusalem to Gaza.” 

27 So he started out, and on his way he met an Ethiopian eunuch, an important official in charge of all the treasury of the Kandake (which means “queen of the Ethiopians”). This man had gone to Jerusalem to worship, 

28 and on his way home was sitting in his chariot reading the Book of Isaiah the prophet. 

29 The Spirit told Philip, “Go to that chariot and stay near it.” 

30 Then Philip ran up to the chariot and heard the man reading Isaiah the prophet. “Do you understand what you are reading?” Philip asked. 

31 “How can I,” he said, “unless someone explains it to me?” So he invited Philip to come up and sit with him. 

32 This is the passage of Scripture the eunuch was reading: “He was led like a sheep to the slaughter, and as a lamb before its shearer is silent, so he did not open his mouth. 

33 In his humiliation he was deprived of justice. Who can speak of his descendants? For his life was taken from the earth.” 

34 The eunuch asked Philip, “Tell me, please, who is the prophet talking about, himself or someone else?” 

35 Then Philip began with that very passage of Scripture and told him the good news about Jesus. 

36 As they traveled along the road, they came to some water and the eunuch said, “Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized? ” 

38 And he gave orders to stop the chariot. Then both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him. 

39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing. 

40 Philip, however, appeared at Azotus and traveled about, preaching the gospel in all the towns until he reached Caesarea.

At some point, God will call us to places we never expected. Or God may call us to turn to a stranger and ask for their help, to say, “How can I unless someone guides me?” And if we do so, if we follow God’s call to strange places in the middle of nowhere, we may find that God has already visited these strange places, that God has already set the stage, that God has made nowhere God’s home. We may find that the bold steps we take were paved by none other than the God who moves where we least expect God to move. 

And so I carry this strange little story with me wherever I go, expecting that when I least expect it, God will show up.

Let us "Make Prayer a Habit" and ask God to use us and direct us to those who desperately need a Savior. 


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Proverbs 17:1 – Better is a dry morsel and quietness with it than a house full of feasting with strife.       As I get older (inevitable), I have come to enjoy the quiet moments in life. Just  yesterday, in the doctor’s office, I was sitting in the waiting room looking forward to having a blood draw when there was a screech to end all screeches. I thought a cat had gotten its tail caught under a rocking chair. I quickly looked up and before I could locate the poor cat there was another scream and then I could hear the pitter patter of tiny shod feet running and then they passed in front of me. Two very small boys were chasing each other around and around the waiting room accompanied by incessant screaming in stratospheric ranges that absolutely pierced my ears. I could not wait to see their parent get these boys under some semblance of control. The boys made one lap, then two, then three and no one moved! There wasn’t even a head movement of any kind from any adult. And still, they ran, and screamed and giggled much to my consternation. I found myself actually looking forward to my blood draw and hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

They called my name and I went back to have my blood drawn (to the accompaniment of the boys’ screams). Once the door closed and we stepped further back into the office the screams began to fade. My blood was drawn and as I stepped through the door I could hear the two boys repeatedly screaming “momma” over and over again while pulling at the leg of a young lady reading a magazine. She never looked up.

By the time I got to the office it was time for lunch, but I could not eat. The screaming and carrying on was too much for my digestive system (notice I didn’t say delicate). I sat in my office eating a few crackers I had in a drawer and drinking a cup of coffee. I found myself reflecting on this verse and thinking “so true, so true!”                                                     

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