Our moderator/superintendent at church has been challenging us to look for the appointments God has set up for us during the week, those chance meetings, the few words exchanged with strangers, the “coincidences” that come up in the course of the days.
I thought to myself, “I have been inside my house or on our property this whole week, with the exception of a short jaunt to Save a Lot. All week. How would I have appointments with other people?” I didn’t even get to talk with anybody after church because the service ended later than usual and then it was time to scoot off home so Gabe could go to work.
But I had assignments. Oh did I ever. “Feed the hungry.” I did that a number of times. “Pay attention to the needy.” (I even wiped their bottoms.) “As much as is possible, live in peace…” You wouldn’t want to know the kinds of battles that break out when all the little people are housebound for long stretches of time. “Be kindly affectioned.” I wonder if that would include not yelling when they wash the lettuce with Palmolive while I am doing laundry downstairs.
What do you think? Are assignments as important as appointments?