As we stated earlier, we decided to crash the party at C2G’s open mic night. We thought we were getting there early, but apparently at least 5 other acts beat us to it (the first 5 acts to register get 2 songs instead of 1), so we were relegated to the 1-and-done group. No worries. We sat through the first 6 or 7 acts and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
We played our 1 song (a happy little ditty called “Burnin’ Hell”) and went to sit down and enjoy the last couple of acts, when Nate’s phone rang with news of someone in the hospital looking for a pastor to pray with/for them. Since we were in Ft. Wayne anyway, we figured that was our cue, and headed for the hospital.
At the hospital, there was some confusion as to the whereabouts of the patient we were there to see, delaying us about 10 minutes. Eventually we found out the room number and hopped on the elevator. As we step off the elevator, there stands a guy all three members of the band knew (not the person we were there to see)–turns out his baby girl is in ICU as well. We prayed with him, made our way to our patient’s room, prayed over him (he’s pretty heavily sedated, recovering from a car accident), and looked up just in time to see his wife and family returning to the room. We were able to spend a bit of time with them and pray with them as well.
Anyway, the point of this whole story is that everything that happened timed out perfectly. We really WANTED to stay and listen to music, but God had a different plan.
“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.”–Ephesians 2:10
I don’t want to get too deep in to the whole sovereignty issue here, but I will say that we too often credit coincidence or chance when in fact it is the Hand of God at work.
Just somethin’ to chew on…