As I searched high and low in every place I had been, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “how on earth did I lose my wallet?” Since freeman year of high school, I have had the exact same brown, American Eagle wallet. It has served me well by carrying my driver’s license, school ID, coffee house punch card, and on a good day, a little bit of cash. But I had lost it. Somewhere between work and home, my wallet had freed itself from the eternal confines of my back right pocket. (I tried to switch to my back left pocket once, as per the directions of George from Seinfeld, but that didn’t turn out too well).
So I searched high and low: around my desk, on the floor of my room, underneath my bed, but it was nowhere to be found. The worst part was, I was already late for a meeting. So I decided to take the risk: I was going to drive without my wallet on me.
I hopped in the car, quickly checking over my shoulder to make sure the fuzz wasn’t trying to catch me riding dirty (rap reference for the win), and reached down inside my center counsel to get out my GPS.
Then, lo and behold, there she was, crowned in all the majesty that a piece of brown leather could have, my wallet. She had returned to me in the last place I thought she would be.
Logically, I know I must have put my wallet in there at some point in time. But I do not remember doing so. I’m still convinced that she jumped ship, found a way to open the compartment without the use of thumbs, and snuggled up for a nap in my car.
It was strange finding my wallet in the last place I’d ever look.
And the amazing part is, I had a similar thing happen with God this morning.
I’m preaching this weekend on an incredible strange passage (Philippians 2:19-30), and though I had already spent several hours studying the passage, I was struggling more than normal to bring some kind of lesson out of it. So I woke up early this morning and planned to read all of Philippians, cover to cover, just to get a feel for the whole context surrounding the passage.
As soon as I was done reading, something hit me. Something deep down inside me moved like nothing ever had before: that Chick-fil-a spicy sandwich I had for lunch yesterday. I won’t get more graphic than that, but business had to be taken care of.
I sat down on the toilet, and was just thinking over Philippians, something else hit me. No, not the sandwich again, this was something that can only be described as divine illumination.
The passage finally clicked, and I was able to write the outline for my sermon in a matter of minutes.
I had hoped and expected that God would meet me while I was actually studying the passage. But that’s not how it happened. God found me in the strangest of places (on the toilet) and decided at that moment to allow the right neurons in my brain to fire and realize what he wanted to me to teach on. God’s pretty awesome like that.
But here’s my question for you: If God were to reveal himself in a strange place, would you notice him?