In the book, Of Whom the World was Not Worthy by Marie Chapian she tells of an event which made a deep impression on me as a young woman. Actually, it was only one of many in this book. My copy of this out-of-print book has been read so much, it has fallen to pieces. It is a wonderful story of love, hope and faith in God which takes place in Slovenia from the 1930's through the 1960's.
The particular event which I wish to write about, took place during WWII. The family of a Christian minister was struggling to survive. Uncertainty, poverty, terror, torture and death swirled all around them. The husband had been imprisoned and tortured at various times for preaching the Gospel. The wife would struggle on alone, trying to feed her children, her aging mother and anyone else who needed help. Most of us cannot imagine living in such circumstances.
Food was difficult to obtain. You didn't know who was your friend or enemy. At any moment, a bullet or a bomb might go off, leaving people wounded, maimed or dead. Any time the enemy might burst into you home and haul you away, perhaps to be imprisoned, perhaps to be shipped off to do slave labor or perhaps to be hung or shot in reprisal for a enemy soldier who had been killed.
It is during this time that a woman known in the book as Jozeca managed to get a job at a German-run bakery. She had to work extremely hard for little pay but she thanked God for the job. Even so, it was a terrible struggle to keep food on the table for her family.
One day, she came across a large pile of soggy, moldy biscuits which had been disposed of. Her eyes widened at the sight of so much food. Why that could feed her family for a number of days if they were careful with it. The baker, noticing her expression, motioned to her that she could take the food.
She hauled it back home that evening, radiant. God had provided!
When she shared her treasure at home, one of her friends who was living with them, cried out that she could not eat such garbage. Jozeca's eyes flashed as she declared that God had provided for them and they were going to thank Him that very instant!
Then everyone set about cutting away the mold and drying the biscuits. As for the woman who had complained, she was amazed at how good and tasty the dried biscuits tasted dipped in weak tea. She too came to thank God for His provision.
God always provides for His people. It might not be the way we think it should be. It might not be the answer we were looking for but that makes no difference. God always provides what we need when we need it. Let us trust in God... no matter what!
[quote]God always provides for His people. It might not be the way we think it should be. It might not be the answer we were looking for but that makes no difference. God always provides what we need when we need it. Let us trust in God... no matter what![/quote]
Excellent advice thank you
Whether God provides us with a big steak or a moldy biscuit, we should be thankful. Who are we to tell God how to meet our needs? Who are we to reject God's provisions just because we don't like them? Very thought provoking blog and I certainly wish that book were not out of print for it sounds like a truly excellent testimony to the truth.
Thanks and Blessings 2 You