And we know that God causes all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28 (NASB)
St. Patty’s Day is this Friday. It’s also my ex’s birthday. Happy birthday, Wade.
For some reason, we associate St. Patrick with luck. Do you have “the luck of the Irish”, or are you more like “if it weren’t bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” What is luck anyway? Is the universe filled with random chance that determines our fate? That’s what the Deists believed, (or so we are told nowadays). They said God was the Creator God who set everything into motion, and then left us to our own devices to determine what we would do with it. The idea gives birth to luck playing a huge part in our fate.
I don’t think so, and I wonder how anyone who has ever read and understood the Bible could honestly think that. The Bible tells me that God knows the number of the hairs on my head (Matt. 10:30), and that He keeps my tears in a bottle (Ps.56:8). This tells me there is no detail in my life too small for His attention. He leaves nothing to chance. I think the way He has orchestrated my life is proof. I’ve shared the stories of the yellow bricks and how I met Lynellen Perry before, so I won’t bore you with them again, but these are just two examples of the many times God has shown His direct intervention in my life.
Did you know St. Patrick wasn’t Irish? He was taken to Ireland as a slave, and he escaped six years later and went back to England. But after he was converted, he felt the need to go back to Ireland and share the gospel with those who had enslaved him. He is credited with bringing Christianity to Ireland. That isn’t luck. It’s pure Christian devotion. It’s using a bad situation to bring God glory.
So, was St. Patrick being sold into slavery good luck or bad luck? Obviously it was a bad thing. Slavery is a horrible evil. Yet God used it for good to millions of people. God can turn a curse into a blessing if we let Him. Many of the best evangelists have turned stories of addiction and despair into testimonies of hope and redemption. When I split with Wade (not by my choice), I thought my life was over. I thought God could never use me again. It wasn’t true. It was a bad thing. Yet God used it to bring me to a new place, give me new friends, a new purpose, and a new mission. I may not be like St. Patrick, but I can share the good news of my Messiah and His salvation wherever He sends me.
God bless you.