"Over and over again, we try to be amateur providences in someone's life. We are indeed amateurs, coming in and actually preventing God's will and saying, 'This person should not have to experience this difficulty.'"
(Oswald Chambers, in My Utmost for His Highest, March 24th)
If I could, I would not hesitate
to frustrate heartsickness, your
first broken heart, or maybe
physical suffering. I'm not sure
what he means by "actually
preventling God's will,
as if I really could, but
I would not withhold good, though I
am amateur. His plans may be
higher, and mysterious, but I live
here, where life spirals down at
times, where darkness lives just
down the street, where bad things
happen to everyone.
There are no amateur providences.
Just grace. Just the deliberateness of
a cup of water for a thirsty soul, a
rescue for the lovesick, a panoply of
"secondary causes" in a world of signs
and wonders. Just amateurs who might,
providentially, do something.