How to meet people
I had a strange occurence the other day. Again, there was a bicycle involved, it just wasn't me on it this time. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was walking to church. I was really early so stopped and sat in the park on the way - to pray a bit and to just have some time to myself. I was in one of those slightly grumpy moods - when you don't really have anything to complain about, but you feel that you should have. So I asking (with 100% rhetoric) why it was so easy for me to be invisible, unseen, unnoticed, unimportant etc. (I know I'm not, and I really have no reason to feel that way, but since when did complaining have any basis in fact anyway? You know how it is sometimes ... ) That, and about a job I applied for, and homegroup - both together - whether teaching was for me or not. So these two things were what I was praying/complaining/wondering about.
I walk on up the hill towards church along the cycle route. And here's where the bike comes in. A bike went past me. I get to the top of the hill. The cyclist is waiting for me at the top. I think he's lost, because some of these trails tend to dump you in the middle of nowhere. Nope. He comes over, no hello, just "Are you a teacher?". Strange. So we chat, exchange ph numbers etc.
And I go on my merry way to church. It was quite surreal really - about 5 mins after I finish complaining, here comes someone who a) notices me, and b) asks about teaching. He must have left home before I prayed. God knew what I needed to hear, when I needed to hear it, why I needed to hear it, all before I'd prayed about it. He had the answers in place and ready to roll before I'd thought of the questions (push the read more button below...)
- Posted by flyingkiwi on 09/06/2006.
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