Today, during a prayer emphasis chapel, one of the speakers told a story about his father. His dad was determined to go and teach the hope of Jesus to tribal people who had never heard it before. They had enough money to get there, and that was about it. His father faithfully moved forward in prayer, and trusted God to provide along the way. The rest of the story was how a foreign government used the tribal airstrip for a series of missions. When it came time to leave, instead of taking their food and supplies back they gave it all to his family.
Amazing right?
I have heard many radical stories of how God spontaneously supplied peoples needs. I found my eyes looking down, wondering something along the lines of “God, are you ever going to provide for me in some sort of radical and spontaneous way?”
I noticed on my feet were a brand new pair of flip flops. When we moved back to Missouri last month it quickly became apparent that the soles of my flip flops had become comparable to plastic wrap. I felt each and every rock beneath my feet on the unpaved roads here. One day I stopped into the donation room here on campus and saw a brand new pair of flip flops, exactly my size.
As I examined the shoes on my feet it was if God asked me “Who do you think gave you these?”
Flip flops. By using a simple pair of flip flops God reminded me that I do not always need the radical, amazing, and spontaneous. What I need, and what I always have, is a faithful, loving Father.
-Mike