Sunday 8 March 2020

God's Timing

Father Ignatius' office was on the top floor of Parish House, on the grounds of St Vincent Church high on the hill. From his office window he could see the whole town spreading down the hill beneath him. He looked thoughtfully at all the terraced houses and tenements huddling close together to keep warm and safe from the cold winter drawing near, and the early dark afternoons so typical in Northern England from September onwards. The freezing mist combined with the acrid smoke from many coal burning fireplaces to form a smog which enveloped the town hiding in misery and poverty.

His thoughts turned to the many people living rough under bridges and in parks because they had nowhere to stay. And the number of children going to bed hungry because there was simply nothing in the larder to eat. Business closures and unemployment had hit this town harder than most and it seems that Northern England is often forgotten when the economy takes a turn for the worst.

He brought to mind the number of parishioners from St Vincent who lived in poverty and considered what else he could do to help them further. As it is, most of the meagre funds he received from the Sunday collections was spent on helping the poor and old in the Parish; and several urgent maintenance jobs in the church and Parish House had been ignored because he believed helping his flock came first.

He looked at his watch and then at the clock on the wall by his desk. He was due to attend a meeting in town to discuss with the Local Authorities officials and representatives from other church denominations in town what they could collectively do to help those sleeping outdoors in winter.

He put all his papers in his briefcase and was about to go when something made him stop. He could not explain what it was. He knew that he should leave now if he were to get to the meeting on time, but somehow he felt that he should stay a while.

He sat at his desk and looked at the large Crucifix hanging on the wall in front of him. He looked at the clock again. It was time to leave, yet he felt he should stay a while longer. He said a silent prayer and asked for guidance. Ten minutes or so later he felt at ease. A soothing calmness came over him and he felt it was now time to go to his meeting.

He got in his car and drove the usual route to town. About half a mile down the hill he saw the blue flashing lights from a parked police car and an ambulance.

The police stopped him. He got out of the car and asked the policeman if he could help in any way and explained that he was a priest. The policeman walked him further on towards what appeared to be a car accident.

There on the ground was a little girl who had been hit by the car. She was not seriously injured but was lying on the ground and attended to by the ambulance men. She was crying and asking for Father Ignatius by name.

He approached her. She was the daughter of one of his parishioners and he knew her and her family well. She recognised him immediately and crying her heart out asked him to call her mom to come to her help.

Moments later, comforted by the priest, she was taken to hospital, whilst Father Ignatius drove to the mother's place of work and took her to hospital to be re-united with her daughter.

On his way to the scheduled meeting, much later that evening, Father Ignatius understood why he was detained at this office by the unexplained feeling to wait. Had he left on time he would have driven the same route and missed the accident altogether. He was destined to be late and to come to the little girl's help.

This story is based on real facts. A priest I know well was detained by an unexplained feeling in his office and when he eventually left for a meeting he found a young girl from his congregation involved in an accident and asking for him by name to get her mother to her.

28 comments:

  1. This is so heart touching! It brought tears to my eyes. And yes, I believe God speaks to us also in this way.

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    1. Hello Ladka,

      How nice to see you visiting me here. Thank you. Please call again soon and often.

      God bless you.

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  2. I have a doctor friend who shared stories like this. Listen to that voice when it speaks. As my friend said, "God works in mysterious ways."
    Nice post, Victor.

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    1. Thank you so much, Bill. Yes; God speaks, even though we may not always be listening.

      God bless.

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  3. Thanking you through tear clouded eyes for this beautiful reminder that God is all powerful and helps us through each day whether we ask Him to or we are led by His hand.

    God's Blessings Victor ✝

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    1. The amazing thing, Jan, is that this is a true story which happened to our priest some years ago. He was very saintly and kind.

      God bless always my friend.

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  4. "He was destined to be late and to come to the little girl's help."

    Powerful! God orders the steps of men. This is wonderful and encouraging to hear!



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    1. Wonderful indeed, Sandi. I was so astounded when our priest told me what happened to him.

      God bless you.

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  5. Yes, God speaks in that still small Voice, very much so. Wonderful post!

    Blessings!

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    1. Thank you so much, Amelia. He speaks to us through His Spirit.

      God bless, my friend.

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  6. Shakespeare was right: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

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    1. Too true, CJ. We may think we know a lot but in reality we know very little.

      God bless always.

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  7. What a wonderful and heartfelt story, Victor! And it's a great lesson for us to listen to God's voice when He calls.
    Blessings!

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    1. What I find remarkable, as well as wonderful, Martha, is that this story is true. I was there when the priest told me years ago what had just happened. He was a saintly priest and a lot of my Father Ignatius stories are based on him and his life. He is now well into his eighties. We keep in contact by letter or e-mail; but sadly he is too far away for me to visit. I pray for him often.

      God bless.

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  8. Oh that I would be tuned into the voice of God to follow his instructions and prompts.

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    1. Indeed, if only we all were so.

      It's great to see you here my friend. Thanx. Please call again often and soon.

      God bless.

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  9. I love this account, Victor! What a super illustration of God's speaking to us ….. not through the spoken language, but that which we refer to as 'gut instinct.'

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    1. Yes indeed, Mevely. Often, God, or His Holy Spirit, speaks to us if we are tuned in and listening.

      God bless always.

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  10. In our many years of ministry, we have experienced this many times. We always knew it was a "divine appointment". We should listen to the spirit more..he doesn't always yell, most of the time it's an inner feeling stronger than a yell. Thanks so much for sharing your story...and I'm happy to see some of my blog followers visiting you. Blessing Victor.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, Wanda. I much appreciate them. This is predominantly a Christian blog, although I do post humourous posts because I have noticed through my statistics that the funny posts tend to attract new readers who hopefully read the Christian posts and perhaps get to experience the love of God in their lives.

      I am so pleased that your followers are venturing here. I hope they like British humour.

      And I agree, God often speaks to us; if we are not too busy to listen. I have experienced it in my life.

      God bless you my friend.

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  11. This was such a precious post, Victor. It really touched my heart. God bless you!

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  12. I believe things like this happen all the time. We just have to listen!!

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  13. That still, small voice is there, and may we always choose to listen and heed.

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  14. A wonderful post Victor.
    I do think things like this happen more often than we realise, have faith and listen to an inner voice or feeling.

    All the best Jan

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    1. Thanx Jan. Yes, it is a question of having faith, even when sometimes it is very difficult to do so. We must just continue to trust; through gritted teeth even.

      God bless you always.

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