I wonder, was it just by good chance that you rolled over in time? I had to take a very important trip over to the east coast a couple of months back. I had stayed up most of the night getting ready for the trip. Once I finished all of my preparations, I had a couple of hours to burn before I needed to leave; and boy or girl, how did those couple of hours burn. I told my wife that I shouldn’t lay down, and that I should just get to the airport; but no no no, I ended up laying down for just a hour is what I said. I remember rolling over and looking at the clock, and it was 6:00 am, and my flight was scheduled to leave out at 8:00 am. Now we all know that we are directed to be at the airport two hours before the flight is scheduled to leave, well, that was not going to happen. I thought to myself, but I realized that I was really asking God, how in the world am I going to explain to my people that I missed the flight? So at this point all you can do along with praying on the run obviously, is to personify God to the level of help in which you now needed: I now needed a best friend with all power in his hand to make sure my plane does not leave without me. And this is why the knowledge of the tree of good and evil, can be known of, but not eaten of: for if you eat of the knowledge of good and evil, you then produce faith that produces chances that are of the nature of the knowledge in which you ate, as faith cometh by hearing. We had a situation a few years back with a flight from Vegas to Milwaukee in which we has missed the flight. The chance of us making that flight seemed to be much better than the chance in which I had of making this flight since I was still at the house with SoCal traffic standing between me and the airport. This is an example of knowing that if you are not at the gate a certain amount of time before take off, they are not going to even begin to process you. I could not let the knowledge of the Vegas to Milwaukee outcome have any place on my eating table. I needed to continue to the airport this time, this late, not already having eating of the knowledge of missing a flight. The Good Chance, The Bad Chance, And The Father Chance.
So I am in the passenger seat thinking about my situation as my wife drives me to the airport about as fast as one can drive, while safely catching all the yellow lights if you know what I mean. And you know how we are with the Lord when something happens to help us out: all glory goes to the Lord without even thinking about it. I was sitting over there just thanking the Lord for waking me up in time to make it to the airport to catch my flight. Then I hear my self talking to the Lord as though everything was already alright, and without challenge. Although I am already running way late, and I should have been at the airport at the same time in which I was just waking up, here I am going about it as though I am all good. I recalled the scripture that my steps are ordered of the Lord: Psalm 37:23, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.” Now I am thinking, as I stop thanking, about how this trip to the east coast was definitely ordered by the Lord, and just maybe it was not by a good chance that I rolled over in time to see the clock. I am now thinking that since my steps are indeed ordered by the Lord that maybe it was a Father chance by which I rolled over to see the clock so that his Will could be done. I am rolling now in the joy that Father, my best friend by far, will make this trip happen somehow since it is already ordered. No, it will not be by bad chance that I missed my flight because I over slept. My wife finally makes it to the airport to my terminal, and she ask me if she should park to see if I make it or not? Now you know what I told her don’t you: goodbye goodbye, goodbye goodbye, for I will soon be riding high in the sky. lol. Ok, I didn’t quit say it like that, but that was exactly how I felt as I told her “NO” to parking to see if. Well, if the Lord did indeed order these steps, he would not bring me here, and not finish it. So I go inside to where the rubber would meet the road: it’s put up, or shut up time. I walk up toward the desk to get ready to say whatever would need to be said. Now before I get to the desk to say anything, a lady working for the airline came up to me; and said out of the blue, not ask out of the blue, but said out of the blue, you are James Flowers. Need I say more about how this all ended? I thought not. The Good Chance, The Bad Chance, And The Father Chance.
The Father Still Does Love To Do The Body Good.