I had a plan for lunch today that got interrupted. As I walked out of my office I had a book in my hand. The Man Who Was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton. I've read two chapters and I was really excited for number three. I went to Meijer and got a loaf of bread, some cheese and a small container of Amish Potato Salad. My phone was ringing in my pocket but I couldn't hear it over the commotion of the shoppers around me. I grabbed a sweet tea, some napkins and plastic spoon and headed to the check out. My phone was ringing again but I couldn't hear it. I checked out and started to the car planning to find a nice shaded spot and read my book and have some lunch. I checked my phone to see what time it was. Three missed calls and a text.
When I called my wife she told me our friends had just received the call we'd all been waiting for. I went straight to their house to pray for them before they drove to the hospital. What an incredible opportunity! I was able to encourage them, pray over them and share in one of the more special and rare moments in the human experience. Adoption.
As I drove away from their home I realized how much of our life is defined by the interruptions. Much of what we get out of life is the result of a response to something which is already happening, something out of our control.
I was already in the midst of my lunch plans when I had an interruption. But for something like this I would have skipped a week of lunches just to show my support. Our friends had a plan for their lives but God interrupted that plan. How did they handle the divine interruption? In a spirit of worship and praise, His plan became their plan. I listened as their voices shook with anticipation. I watched as they scrambled to get their things into the car. This was no longer an interruption for them, it was a mission. So it is when we submit to God. Interruptions become missions.
How are you handling life's interruptions?