My family speaks movie. When my siblings and I get together, we can
have entire conversations comprised of little more than movie references
strung together by a handful of original thoughts. And, we’ve found,
there are few conversations in life that can’t somehow be enhanced by an
It’s a Wonderful Life movie reference.
True story—when the elder of my two-headed brothers got married, our younger two-headed brother toasted him with these words:
To my big brother Chaz, the richest man in town.
They’re both a little bit off their nut.
A
few years ago, my church threw a party for our pastor to celebrate his
twenty-five years of service to our congregation. For the event, I
wrote a skit entitled, It's a Providential Life. My brother (the
elder two-headed one) made this sign which was carried back and forth
across the stage as someone played, Buffalo Gals Won’t You Come Out Tonight? on the ukulele.
In
the skit our pastor, portrayed by his son, found himself trapped at an
elder’s meeting during which fine points of church order were being
argued and debated in mind-numbingly excruciating detail. At one point,
the pastor’s character banged his head on the table and cried,
“Sometimes I wish I’d never become a pastor!”
Of
course, Clarence the angel appeared and showed him all the babies never
baptized, the sermons never preached, the marriages not performed. We
even caught a glimpse of his wife, pastor’s wife extraordinaire, living
instead as an old maid. “Why, I’m not even Presbyterian!” she cried.
During
the course of my daughter’s wedding, my dear pastor made reference to
that skit and to that sign which continues to hang in his office. Speaking
from the book of Ruth, he reminded my daughter and her new husband that
God’s providence was, and remains, everywhere present in bringing them
together and as they begin their new life together.
Ruth
as he reminded us, found herself widowed and in poverty and gleaning in
the fields of a man named Boaz. Boaz, as it turned out, was her near
relative who became her husband and redeemer. Later in scripture, we
read that our true Redeemer, the Lord Jesus Christ descended from this
man who just so happened to have a field where this impoverished widow
gleaned.
My pastor emphasized these words: as it turned out, and it just so happened. To the believer, he reminded us, there are no coincidences; all is Providence. According to the Westminster Shorter Catechism, God’s works
of providence are defined as his most holy, wise, and powerful preserving and governing all his creatures, and all their actions, all of which is a fancy-schmancy way of saying, God's got this.
Since
my daughter’s wedding, I have been thinking quite a bit about the holy,
wise and powerful acts God used to bring us to that day. When my
husband and I made the decision to adopt, it just so happened that I had
a former roommate whose husband worked for Bethany Christian Services. After we were approved for adoption, our daughter’s birth mom read our
file.
As it turned out, she chose our family because she wanted her
baby to grow up in a family with other adopted children. It just so
happened that my in-laws had adopted about twenty years earlier. We saw
evidence that God’s plan in bringing our daughter to us had begun taking
shape years before my husband and I even met.
When
our daughter was young, we happened to hire a lovely young woman as a
babysitter for her on a regular basis. That babysitter happened to grow
up, go away to a small Christian college, and find a husband. They
returned to live near us and, during the course of a seemingly random
conversation, my husband offered a job to our babysitter’s young
husband. Some years later, as it turned out, he became president of the
alumni association at the small Christian college from which he had
graduated. When our daughter was looking at colleges, he took her
there for a visit and she fell in love with the place.
Shortly
after arriving at college, our daughter met a young man who just so
happened to live in an area in western Pennsylvania where my husband
lived during high school. As it turned out, his family attended the
very same church in which my husband had grown up. It just so happened
that all our people knew his people.
(This
happy providence, by the way, proved most useful when my daughter and
her boyfriend began to date. I was able to warn him that my daughter’s
grandparents continued to live on in legend in his family’s church and,
should he ever even begin to formulate an inappropriate thought toward
my daughter, the good people of that congregation would gladly pummel
him--possibly even bludgeon him. He never really knew if I was just
really, really funny or just plain crazy which, providentially, worked
to my advantage.)
As
it turned out, my husband and I realized we had already met the parents
of this young man, having been introduced to them earlier that year at a
fund-raising auction for a
college ministry we support.
We learned that the boyfriend’s parents had met and married while
attending the same small Christian college our daughter attended. As it
turned out, his mother’s college roommate became a teacher in a small
Christian school in New England. Last year, that former college
roommate was my nephew’s teacher.
Just
a few days before the wedding, my daughter received a message from her
brother-in-law to be, asking if she had an Uncle Andy. As it turns out,
the two were sitting only a few feet away from each other at a
conference, having just learned they worked for the same company.
Uncle Andy, by the way, is the younger two-headed brother.
You see people; it really
is a providential life.
This is a slightly edited post from the archives. Linking in community today with Jennifer and KD:
