My better half came home from work the other day all cheery and exhilarated.
“You are not going to believe what happened to me,” he said, landing me with a kiss.
He goes on to tell me how after school that day (he’s a teacher) he was helping clear out a classroom for renovations, emptying armloads and binloads of rubbish into a skip bin. They’d been at it for a good half-hour before he realised he was no longer wearing a ring on his right hand, middle finger. The hammered silver one that we had made for our five-year wedding anniversary. Gone.
At this point my eyes traveled to his right hand in the same way that some of us skip to the last chapter of a suspenseful novel. His fingers were bare. He caught my eye and, with a grim smile, continued.
So there he was standing beside the skip bin, knowing that somewhere in that immense jumble of junk was a little piece of precious metal that he’d likely lost for good.
“I was about to walk away, to just give up,” he explained.
“But then I thought – nah! Stuff this! God says to call on him, so I will!”
My husband stood there in the waning light beside that big old skip bin and prayed a simple prayer that he would find a needle in a haystack – or rather a ring in a skip bin. He then hoisted himself up over the side to begin his search. The first thing he picked up was a bundle of rags sitting above a tin.
“Tinkle-tinkle.” He shook it again. “Tinkle-tinkle.”
And sure enough, there was his ring and as he tells me this detail he pulls the item from his pocket (drama queen!).
Back outside the skip bin, you would have seen my hubby linger for a minute or two longer as he thanked God for this small answer to prayer.
“As for me, I would seek God, and to God would I commit my cause, who does great things and unsearchable, marvelous things without number,” Job 5:8-9 reads.
My God cares about what we care about. In fact, He wants us to come to Him with our concerns.
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.” (Matthew 7:7-8)
I’m not just talking about lost property here. Perhaps you have a defiant child with behaviour issues (my hand’s in the air). Your marriage isn’t going so well. Friction at work. Money struggles. God is listening and He longs to hear our voice angled in His direction.
There are a lot of unhappy people in the aftermath of this election. You’ve seen the bitter sentiments on social media. You may have started rolling your eyes at them as I have.
However bleak your forecast of this new government, God is still God, still listening to our needs, still responding to our pleas, big and small. And God is not limited by the name of our Prime Minister.
That is all on the topic of politics.
But let’s remember that God is bigger than the mess of a skip bin (or the mess of politics, making ends meet and relationships).
So commit your cause to God (not Facebook!).
Published first in The Examiner Newspaper for Keeping the Faith column on Monday September 16, 2013.