I might have missed out on something.
Hm. Well, I had an occurrence happen today, which has led me to wonder if I missed something. It was one of those coincidences that have me considering if it was God trying to tell me something, or use me, or ??? and missed out on it. I’m not kicking myself with regret or anything, but it has given me pause.
This past Sunday, I was in Illinois, staying with my paternal grandma. She’s kind of been up in arms about where to go to church, since my grandpa died two years ago, and she’s been sort of drifting around, visiting different fellowships. So, it’s not like she was dead-set on us attending “her” church or anything for Palm Sunday. She mentioned that there is a Vineyard in Bloomington Normal, which ended up being about 20ish miles south of her home. We have been very involved with our “own” Vineyard for more than 10 years, and it’s always nice to visit another church and seeing what God is doing in that congregation.
(The Vineyard is an association of churches — not quite a denomination. There is a lot of variance between each local church, but usually, a similar core, and one can count on similar values, and recognizing at least a couple of the worship songs in another Vineyard.)
Anyways. Church there was a good experience; I’m glad we went there. At the end of our visit, I met a man — probably in his 50s — and I enquired about his accent. Turns out he was from Ghana, in west Africa. He couldn’t believe that I actually knew where Ghana was, but I sketched him a little outline of the western coast of Africa, drawing the borders about where Ghana is. (This is thanks to the book Window on the World, which is a sort of geography & social studies meets prayer-for-missions book which we read through — and prayed over — while we were working on Sonlight’s Core 2.)
Yesterday, I came home from our 2 week trip to the Midwest to find out that my computer’s access to the internet wasn’t working. Long story short, it turned out that the security software for our high speed connection needed to be updated, and my computer was balking at the process. At the final resolution of things, I had a 45 minute conversation with a tech at the end of a toll-free number. As I was waiting for some things to download and unpack, I asked about his unusual accent, thinking (honestly) that he was likely from west Africa somewhere. Well, whaddya know? He was from Ghana.
He was a young man, in his 20s, by the sound of it, in Columbus, Ohio for school.
I told him about the other Ghanian (?) I had met, which he seemed to find interesting… then, our phone call was finished.
I find myself wondering if the whole thing about meeting two people from the same distant country in the same week means anything. I’m wondering if I should have been more inquisitive into the tech-support guy’s life. Who knows? He was probably being monitored, and may not have been forthcoming. But, I feel as if I should have at least asked if there was anything he’s been asking God about, or for. I at least prayed for him this evening as I was making dinner, and pondering over the two events.
Every time I’m not as bold as I probably should be, I regret it — like today. I’m not torn up about it… it’s just that, if God is doing something, and wants me to be in on it, I want to BE there, be available. <sigh> I just feel that, at least potentially, I missed out on something.