The Providence of God

I have been convinced from the Scriptures for several years concerning the Providence of God.  All things occur according to the counsel of His will (Ephesians 1:11).  We are in His hands.  Nothing surprises Him or catches Him off guard.  All is working according to His immutable, infallible, eternal decree.

A week ago today that decree included my physical salvation.  As I was driving 60 mph, a semi pulled out in front of me.  I thought for sure I was going to hit it.  But I quickly jerked the car to the left.  Then I was certain I was going into the median but I managed to jerk the car back to the right and around the truck.  Now I was heading for the right shoulder and the ensuing ditch, certain I would crash or flip my car.  But, again, I jerked back to the left.  This time something changed and I went into a spin.  The spin stopped my forward motion and I found myself facing north in the southbound lane.  After taking a minute to grasp what had happened, I turned my car around and simply drove home.

I should have hit the truck.  I should have hit the median.  I should have gone into the ditch.  I should have flipped the car.  But God had His purpose for my salvation that evening and He and His angels spared my life.  My escape from what I thought should have been death was not due to my great driving skills. 

My salvation from death was due to the mighty Providential Hand of God!

Poetry

Late last evening I published a poem on this blog.  However, this morning I determined it was not quite ready for publication.  So I have backed it off for now.

I have found writing poetry from time to time to be a relaxing yet stimulating device.  I am not very good at it and most of my poems seem as if they are constrained.  But since I don't care if anything ever comes of them, I don't really care if the poetry experts like what I write or not.  

Let's all admit it.  Some of the poems by some of the "great" poets STINK!  They make no sense or they do not rhyme, or there is no meter.  I would rather write a badly worded poem that someone can understand than a well written poem which no one can understand.

I'm a poet and my poems stink.
But at least you will know what I think!

Dedicated to "Christians" Who Take Their Marbles and Go Home

There once was a member of a church,

Who left other members in the lurch.

   He got very upset,

   And so he quickly left,

To remain at home upon his perch.

He thought he had been wrongly accused,

By someone from among the church crew.

   A P. I.  he became,

   And searched for who to blame,

Until upon one he dropped the shoe.

Of course his target was the wrong head.

You see no charge had ever been said.

   He had misunderstood,

   A concern for his good.

And his imagination was fed.

The pastor called and wrote to correct.

Each attempt the member did reject.

   His heart was now on fire.

   He called pastor, "Liar"!

For weeks his church he did not respect.

Cloistered in his home, he took his stand!

Admitting his problem? Not this man.

   Impossible thought he,

   the problem could be me.

Pastor and church from life he did ban.

Then that pastor departed the scene.

Next week the member at church was seen.

    He never repented,

    Or even relented.

Yet the church greeted him as a king!

For weeks he abandoned his brothers,

His deacon list as well as others.

    But the church didn't care,

    They just wanted him there.

So it was a day like any other.