Something happened last night that I need to tell you about.
Twice a month I lead a Bible study at a small church in the Hard Bargain neighborhood in Franklin, TN. Hard Bargain was the first, established, African-American community in Franklin. The school our church uses on Sundays is right across the street from Hard Bargain and one of our missions as a church is to build community in the neighborhood by knocking down racial and economic divides. We take this mission very seriously. It is at the heart of everything we do.
Last night (Wednesday June 22nd) after a meal and some fellowship, we started our Bible study with 9 people present (3 whites, 6 blacks). The biblical passage we were looking at was Psalm 130. Among the group was a recovering drug addict that has been clean for 3 weeks, her sister, an elderly man who recently lost everything in a fire, a younger man who has had an incredible amount of struggles, a retired librarian who reads the New Testament in Greek, and of course me, who in the words of Paul, is the “chief of all sinners” (1 Timothy 1:15).
About 5 minutes into our study, a gentleman (my guess is he was in his 50s) walked in. He had a bible with him and so I told him we were looking at Psalm 130. I also assumed someone in the group had invited him to attend. This gentleman participated and contributed to the study.
After the bible study I asked him who invited him. He said no one, and so I asked him how he knew we were here. He then told me, and the group, that he had left his house with his bible and vowed to God he was not returning home until he found a bible study to attend, and so he started driving around town, looking for a church studying the bilbe. We were his 4th church. The other 3 were either not having anything at all, or in the middle of Vacation Bible School. He drove by this church (a very small, unassuming church) and saw the door open and so he came in. On this particular night, at this particular time, we were the only church he visited that was actually studying the bible. He felt (and the group did as well) that God had divinely directed him to our small group.
Here is the question: What do you do with a story like that?
I will be honest, I don’t really know, I just know that God works in mysterious ways.
What do you think?