“There are no accidents with God.”
That is the last thing my new friend Joy said to me when we parted ways this evening. We met on a flight to Virginia where we just happened to be sitting next to each other. Interestingly, I didn’t say a word to the sleeping lady on the earlier flight I took today.
But Joy and I became quick friends.
She runs a ministry in the gorgeous and very green Shenandoah Valley in Roanoke. After meeting, we spent the afternoon talking of faith and touring her facilities. As I walked through the men’s quarters, the barbershop, the Sunshine room for kids, the family rooms, and cafeterias.
I was overwhelmed.
The organization of their programs was inspiring enough. No one at Rescue Mission Ministries is casual about
The part that is burned in my memory is the spirit of their giving. As we passed their patrons in the hall, there
were smiles, handshakes, and the light of hope in people’s eyes. Carl, whose goodness beamed, quoted scripture as we stood next to rows of bunkbeds with homemade quilts. It was his motivation.
“If a man be overtaken…ye which are spiritual, restore such an one.”
That is what they do. They restore those who need restoring. And they bring in people of all professions and faiths to do it–pastors, priests, ministers, volunteers, bishops, doctors–all working together
That is part of their mission.
I will never forget what Joy said to me on the plane that inspired me to take a detour from my trip and visit her ministry.
“We all need to stop arguing about who is right and who is wrong–stop drawing lines in the sand that divide us–and start acting like a family. The family of God.”
I don’t think it was an accident that I learned that lesson today.
More information can be found about Rescue Mission Ministries at their website: www.rescuemission.net