Blunders Or Miracles?
Sometimes reality is more ingenious than
fiction. Being a carpenter, he built some
crates for the clothes the Church was sending
to an orphanage in China. On his way home,
he reached his shirt pocket to find his glasses,
but they were gone. He mentally replayed
his earlier actions and immediately realized
what had happened. The glasses were heading
for China - they must have slipped out of
He was very upset because times were difficult
and he had just spent good money for those
pair of glasses. His instinctive reaction
was, "Why God? I have been doing a good
action and now I am worse off!"
Several months later, the priest in charge
of the orphanage came to visit the parish
to thank the parishioners for supporting
this noble cause. In front of a packed Church,
he spoke lengthily about how appropriate
and opportune were the gifts they sent to
China. He finished by saying, "But most
of all, I would like to thank you for the
glasses you sent! I had just had my glasses
smashed by the Communist police when they
ransacked the orphanage. I was desperate.
Even if I had the money, there was simply
no way of replacing those glasses. Along
with not being able to see well, I experienced
headaches every day. We did pray a lot about
this. Then your crates arrived. When my staff
removed the covers, they found a pair of
glasses lying on top."
To make sure that his words sink in well,
the priest made a long pause before adding,
"Folks, when I tried the glasses, it
was as though they had been custom made just
for me. I want to thank you for being part
of that." The people listened, however
they were sure the priest must be confusing
the churches. There were no glasses on the
list of items that they had sent. But sitting
quietly at the back, with tears streaming
down his face, this ordinary carpenter realized
that the Master Carpenter had used him in
an extraordinary way.
A slip-up or providence working mysteriously?
There was this single woman who after taking
care of her father and mother in their old
age, when they died, she decided to take
care of her invalid uncle who used to live
with them. He was a very mean, grumpy man.
"He was very cruel, I never heard him
say thank you once. I fixed his breakfast;
he liked warm meals, so I rushed home at
lunch and fixed his lunch. I would go home
from work and never in the eight years he
lived after the demise of my parents, do
I remember him saying anything kind to me.
He cursed me if it was not to his liking
or if I was a few minutes late. He was a
bitter angry man."
When he died, some of her work mates said,
"Well, why don't you be honest and admit
that you are glad he is dead! Now you can
have a life of your own. You can start dating
and have a normal life." She retorted,
"You do not understand. I loved my uncle."
"What?! You loved him, mean and cruel?"
"Yes I loved him."
It is possible. It is possible.
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