A couple of months ago I was walking to the bus stop down my road to get the bus to go to home group at a friend’s house. I was already a touch late and to my dismay saw the bus going past me. I began to run as quickly as my little legs would carry me. It didn’t look good. Even gave it some arm waving. Then prayed, “God, give me success”. No idea why that phrase came to me – but that’s what I prayed.
I missed the bus.
2 seconds later a BMW pulls up in the bus stop. The driver, fairly hard looking bloke, leans over and opens the passenger side door to me, “Get in, get in” he says. I was wondering if it’s an angel or a serial killer. Perhaps due to the adrenaline still pumping round from the impromptu sprinting I get in the car.
“Those bus drivers are a right bunch of !@~£$* &$£@>#’s” the driver says. My options are down to serial killer or a broader understanding of acceptable angel vocabulary.
“I’m heading this way – I’ll get you to the next stop before the bus and you can still catch it.” The driver continued.
In the end, traffic not being kind, we end up sharing the next 10 minutes or so in the car. We exchange chit chat, and I ask him, adrenaline levels still perhaps a touch high, “Do you believe God answers prayer?” He said, “Yes.” I explained what had happened – that I had been running, prayed and then he pulled up, and that I thought it was a small sign that Jesus wanted to use him in his life to be an answer to people’s prayers. “Do you follow Jesus?” I asked, “Not really, but I’ve got his name tattooed across my back.” “Well, he wants to touch your life, and use you to touch others.” “Thank you” he said, visibly moved, “that’s amazing.” And with that, we pulled in at the bus stop and I jumped out.
The end of last year I’d heard message after message – God wants to answer our prayers, not just for the little problems of our lives – the parking spaces, slower buses and pressing issues, but to touch a world in desperate need of him. That was a small glimpse for me.
God, give us success today.