Finding Purpose in Little Things: How a Congregation’s Need Was Met

On a quiet Sunday afternoon, I sat musing over the complimentary remarks I received some moments earlier.

It happened that I had a necessary stopover at a friend’s place the night before.

Knowing that I wanted to attend church in the morning (before advancing on my journey), I asked what church my friend attended. He responded casually, explaining that he attended a church that worshipped in the local vernacular.

I couldn’t read his mind to know whether he was trying to discourage me from going with him and his family or he was just being plain. In any case, I made it clear to him I had no plans to go anywhere other than where my hosts went.

Fast forward, some fifteen hours later the service was wrapping up. The minister narrated how the church youth needed to travel for a convention some days earlier and they were wondering who would play some of the instruments in their absence.

We had scarcely ended Sunday school, when the minister pleaded with my host (who usually worked with the children) to help with the drums, but he declined. He related that why my friend refused was not clear to him, but he seemed to hear him say, ‘God will provide’.

Undeterred, the minister boldly approached me a first time visitor. Without any idea of my abilities, he requested my services on the drums. Though I had noticed the music stand was desolate, I was in no hurry to offer myself – partly because of personal modesty and previous experience.

In addition, apart from the disrepair condition of the drums that quietly put me off, I knew I was drum-rusty. Nevertheless, no sooner had he ended his statement than I headed towards the stand without the least hesitation.

To my utter surprise, I played the drums very well that morning; everyone was excited. The ease with which I maneuvered, instantly reinforced the feeling in my heart that I was been aided: God was assisting me, somehow.

In rounding off his remarks, the minister was full of thanks and prayer noting how insipid the music of the day would have been and highlighting how strangely their need was met. The joy and gratitude they all expressed, left me wondering if I did more than play a disjointed set of drums amateurishly.

It was then I looked back on the whole episode and the events leading up to it.

I wouldn’t have had a stopover had my journey partner not experienced a delay (which itself seemed avoidable). Both of us were journeying from different cities, to meet at a central location, from where we would proceed on the journey together. But he took off very late, for some reason.  

Meanwhile, I could have decided to stay with some other friend (I knew three others in the area). I could have decided against attending this local church when my friend responded listlessly. And considering the earlier rush of thoughts in my head, I could have decided to turn down the drum request.

These, just made me realize how far God can go to meet a simple need. He surely provides for His own and His provisions are simply unfathomable.

Scripture says, ‘all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose’ (Romans 8:28).  

If I had any doubt about how true this is, this Sunday incidence wiped away every trace of it.

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