On that night could not the king sleep, and he commanded to bring the book of records of the chronicles; and they were read before the king.
2 And it was found written, that Mordecai had told of Bigthana and Teresh, two of the king’s chamberlains, the keepers of the door, who sought to lay hand on the king Ahasuerus.
3 And the king said, What honour and dignity hath been done to Mordecai for this? Then said the king’s servants that ministered unto him, There is nothing done for him.
The Old Testament Book of Esther tells of how a Hebrew woman married a pagan king and came to save the Jewish nation from extermination. It is the story behind the Feast of Purim. It is the story of how God used her and intervened in His own ways.
The king was restless. What better way to bore yourself to sleep that to have underlings read your own history of acts and proclamations? He was reminded of the event when Mordecai, Esther’s uncle, saved the king from two of his own by uncovering their plot to the king.
“Guys! Did I thank him at all for that?”
“There’s nothing in there where he was rewarded for his loyalty to me?”
“Not a pen stroke, your Highness.”
“Well, we’re going to fix that right here, right now!”
Mordecai gets his overdue honors, which converge with Ruth’s uncovering of another’s duplicity, and, well, the good guys win.”
I was supposed to be on the road heading east on a business trip this week. The weather that hit where I was going plus another storm now close on its heels motivated me to cancel and stay home. I was going to reschedule for February, but the customer can’t wait that long.
Short version, something’s been ailing me, and I had to lie down for a while this morning. I wasn’t up for a trip. My office day ended up being packed. I ended up finally getting a LOCAL appointment I had pursued for a month, and a newcomer to our team is able to shadow me next week.
All things work together for good for them that love God.
A friend had a family emergency that called him home to help care for a parent. He’s staying home now for the foreseeable future. Ironic that this is a decision on whether or not to move home that has been gnawing at him for a while now.
If we don’t take the subtle hint, God can be pretty unsubtle too.
Now, am I saying God sent the storm for just li’l ol’ me this week? No!
Am I saying a parent’s illness happened just to bring junior home? No?
In either case, who is smart enough to say whether the proverbial chicken or egg came first? Maybe Satan is the one who chucked the defecation in the turbine and God made it come out just fine. Maybe, as in the Book of Esther, God influenced events by giving someone a sleepless night. Or whatever.
I’m not smart enough to say I know which is which. The world is too complicated. It just so happens that God excels at complicated. What I CAN say is this; when things force you toward a certain direction or decision, maybe that’s what is supposed to happen. That might just be the out God is giving you from a Satan storm. Maybe it’s Him nudging you in a direction like a rider nudges his horse with a knee.
Have faith. Stay positive and joyful in God’s providence, under the shelter of His wings. Go where he leads by study and prayer.