Diane, tell us a story …
During my seminary days, I was housed in some unusual accommodations. The first semester I stayed for free with an elderly Christian lady who had a spare room. It so happened that while I was on the phone with the seminary’s head of housing, this lovely lady called in on another line. Within minutes, my need and her desire to help became God’s provision. I was given the incredible blessing of free housing and she, a lonely little old lady, had company and a little extra security. I spent each day on campus and every evening in her company, talking, praising God, and watching Seinfeld together. To this day I’m amazed at how perfectly He brought us together. God is so good.
But that’s not all.
At the close of that semester, during the Christmas break, she became very ill. Her daughter called to let me know that I would probably need to find other arrangements for the following semester. About two weeks later, she called again, this time with bittersweet news. Her mother, my hostess, had died in the hospital. Now here’s the sweet part: while lying on her deathbed, this incredible woman spared some of her last thoughts for me, a woman she’d known for only a few months. While she lay dying, she took the time to instruct her daughter to allow me to stay in her home, for free, the following semester. And her daughter, while wary of a complete stranger living alone in her mother’s house, was faithful to her promise.
What an incredible gift! The housing itself was a huge blessing, but more than that, I was absolutely stunned that this loving woman had chosen to bless me in obedience to the Lord’s calling on her life, even from her deathbed. What an example of faith in action!
Now, fast forward through the spring and summer to fall of my second year in seminary. New housing had to be found. This time there was no little old lady with a spare room. Campus housing was full and I had no money to stay elsewhere. Driving from Seattle to Portland and back again, six hours round trip, four days a week was out of the question if I wanted time to study. I considered sleeping in my car as a last resort.
Fortunately, the seminary’s head of housing came through again. She offered me a place to lay my head each night for, you guessed it, free. It would not be glamorous or even particularly nice. But it was free. I accepted on the spot. Every Sunday afternoon I drove from Seattle to Portland, Oregon; every Thursday afternoon I drove back to be with my family. And every night in between, I rolled out a self-inflating mattress and sleeping bag on the floor of a closet in the big, old-fashioned house that was the girls’ dorm. Yes, you read it right – a closet. It was perfect. God is so good.
And then it happened.
Coming Soon: God Is Good, Part 2