God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm. William Cowper, 1773
I was a little ‘ticked’ at our supervisor who called at 11:30 asking me to take some folk up to Baldytown (a staff camp at the base of Baldy Mountain). “I can’t, Paul. I’ve made arrangements for after lunch to take a father and son up there. I need to have a counseling session with them, and that will give me a good 45 minutes to talk with them. Maybe Kenny can take your three.” So after lunch I went to “Tent City,” as we call the infirmary holding ground, to pick up my Dad and Boy. “They went up with Pastor Kenny.” “What!?!?” Well, I didn’t fume, because at least they were with a Chaplain. Maybe Ken can counsel and console them in their grief and anxiety. But I had already made contact with them. OK, get over it, Ed.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
So Ken and his wife return, and I apologized that I should have gone and saved them the trip. The supervisor and I should have shared more details to avoid the confusion and not put Ken at the risk of being late for his afternoon service in the far corner of the “Back-Country.” But he and Meg, his wife, were back at Base Camp in plenty of time to get to his next appointed rounds. But I could have saved their anxiety! Oh, well. All worked out. And then…
Ken and I conferred notes on this Dad and son and their Crew. Ken had talked with them earlier in the week! So he knew the backstory which I had been given by the medical staff this morning. Ken was not unknown to the Crew and this advisor and his son, and the third rider to Baldy was a member of their sister Crew and knew the dynamics at play. Wow!
God does move in mysterious ways. If only we can get over ourselves and let God do the work behind the scenes. We are only actors on God’s stage.
The entire poem Light in the Darkness and background on William Cowper can be found at: