Is God into fashion?
A few years ago we were visiting some friends in a small
church in the Cheltenham Area of the UK.
On the way home I remarked to my wife, Pauline, that the couple leading
the church community appeared to be very hard up financially.
My wife agreed and told me she had left them an envelope on
their mantelpiece containing some money, to help them out a little. My reaction was very godly. “Where on earth did you get the money to
leave them a gift, we are broke too!” Pauline explained that she had been saving up to
purchase a jump-suit she had seen in a local boutique. She had been squirreling the money away into
an envelope at the bottom of her handbag, it had taken her a while, but finally
she had saved up enough and was all set to go and purchase it. This is the money that she had left on the
mantelpiece; so no jump-suit for Pauline!
I congratulated her and commiserated, it was rare for her to
have any new clothes. Pauline explained,
“It’s not as bad as all that, I saw two jump-suits one was really nice but very
expensive, one was okay and cheaper. I
had just saved up enough for the cheaper one, but it was really a compromise,
because the expensive one was the one I really wanted, so I haven’t lost that
much by leaving them the money.” This
kind of feminine logic does not always make sense to the male species.
We arrived home, unlocked the door, and walked into our
London home; to our surprise, hanging over the door to our lounge area was a
piece of clothing in a cellophane cover.
My wife hastily pulled off the cellophane and held it against her. There was a catch in her voice as she
explained, “This is the jump-suit I was telling you about, the more expensive
one, and it’s the exact colour I wanted, and it’s my size!”
There are always other people living with us, so we rounded
them up and asked them why a jump-suit was hanging in our lounge. They explained that a man had delivered it
earlier in the day, he said that Pauline had done him a favour a couple of
years ago and he had never said thank you, the jump-suit was his way of showing
his appreciation. He also said that if
it was the wrong colour, the wrong size, or the wrong item, that it could be
changed. But it was perfect in every
way.
I know there are those of you who will want to say that this
was a strange coincidence, but that is one word I am extremely sceptical
about. Rather I think that Father God
does care about and love his children, he cares about every detail of our life,
and he loves us passionately and profusely.
But I know some of you will prefer to cling to that doubtful explanation
of coincidence.
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