The same instant the sun disappeared the torrential rains deluged the city streets. Rain jacket donned, umbrella hoisted, feet fitted with tower-high Sketchers I darted into the first doorway I came to. As it happened, it turned out to be an actual place of refuge.
I’d stumbled into St Stephen’s parish church. Inside were three people. One, obviously the minister, was standing by, and two others were sitting at, a small table on one side of the sanctuary in conversation.
In the middle of the circular sanctuary was a big wooden contraption reminiscent of a toy we played with in childhood. This toy was used to make a sort of knitted rope. It was made out of a small thread bobbin with four nails spaced out on top. You wound the wool round the pegs (nails) then pulled the wool up from under and over the top of each nail. As you continued round the nails the knitted rope grew down through the middle of the circle.
The minister invited me to knit a round. I wound and cast the next layer of knots as he held and fed me the yarn. He explained the purpose of the ‘knitting’ was prayerful meditation based on our call to be peacemakers. We walked, knitted, talked, and prayed.
When we finished the round he asked if he might pray for me. Of course I said yes. The minister prayed the most beautiful prayer about my heart and life and how much God loves and values me. It was wonderful.
After thanking the minister I went to leave and noticed it was no longer raining and the sun was once again shinning. I wonder, did God direct my path into the usually closed church? (I’ve walked passed that church for years and never seen the door open.) Did He want a little word with me? Was I not listening to Him? Did He get my attention? Yes! yes! Yes!
In all your ways/walks submit to Him and He shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:6
Blessed are the Peacemakers for they will be called children of God. Matthew 5:9
Side note: I can’t get my pictures to load. Grrrr! ( Peace Liz. :-) )