The Divine Continuum

I like to hang my thoughts on compact pegs: Mosaic of Providence, Dreadful Dichotomy, Divine Continuum. An email from Jim Harriger a while back brought the divine continuum to mind. He wrote: Because you worked at Union Gospel Mission, George Verley came to Jesus. Because George worked at the Ober Boys Club, Steve Burger became a mission youth worker. Because Steve was the youth director at the Sankey youth Center in New Castle, PA, I was invited to be a camp counselor. Because I returned a second year to that mission’s boys camp, I dedicated my life to serve Jesus. After 45 years working in the inner city, I am now working in a rural ministry, doing Christian community development in a whole new way. Your chance encounter keeps on giving.

Chance? No way. That was the divine continuum. And it reached way back to early childhood, when George lived in an apartment above a St. Paul tavern, but that’s another story.

A while back, George Verely died, long-time superintendent of the St. Paul Union Gospel Mission. My tribute recalled his boyhood conversion during the toughest, most risky camp week of my life. Look it up:, the Ghost of Snail Lake.  I would not learn of George’s conversion for 20 years.  I was just doing my job.

Albert Schweitzer wrote, No ray of sunlight is ever lost, but the green which it awakes into existence needs time to sprout, and it is not always granted to the sower to see the harvest. All work that is worth anything is done in faith.”

Just do your job day by day in your tiny tile in the Mosaic of Providence. You have no idea what God is doing.

Old Grandpa Lloyd