God’s Provision in London

Let me tell you a little story that could peak your interest. That, if believed, could change your outlook on situations. On one side of the story we have God – the magnificent, the omnipotent, the never failing, and the ever faithful; while on the other side weighing in at 130lbs, we have me – the doubter, the weak of mind and all too seldom, heart, and the king of frustration.

There have been times that I’ve grown frustrated since arriving in London. The first night, Friday, was obviously a smack in the face. I had no idea what to do once I got off of the Tube on Covenant Garden. I just wanted to explore and sleep; which are quite the opposite feelings. Instead, I just walked down the street to and found the Temple of London. Here I am thinking this is a Jewish or Hindu or some other religions’ shindig. I poked my head in and lost interest because there was noting around. I got as far as the steps, when I sat distraught about what to do and not hearing straight from the Lord where I should go. I began to beg God for guidance and the Holy Spirit told me to go back in the Temple. Now that was the last thing I wanted to do, but I obeyed and found a prayer room. It ended up, that this wasn’t a Temple, but a Church that preached the Truth of Jesus Christ. A French woman sat beside me in the room and began to talk to me, to open up about life, and gave me some advice about London. Now hear me, I understood everything and all, but the best advice she told me was the all McDonald’s have free wifi. In fact I think they are the only place to give free wifi. (you can tell be/c all the American’s are in there.)

Saturday, I wake up at 5am and go to McDonald’s for some time with Jesus and to check the interwebs. I met some awesome people while I was there. One young lady, Nadene sat and talked to me about Jesus and how it was refreshing to see someone read the Bible. She actually gave me some money to help with everything. The next guys that I met, were Jay and Dusty who are traveling all over Europe with their school. The two guys sat and talked for some time, and told me about a Church plant, Reality London that started a few weeks ago. I checked the Church out on the interwebs and felt like the Holy Spirit was drawing me to attend there Sunday (today). So, on Sunday I woke up and walked the two miles to Reality London where I met the Pastor, Mark, his wife Lizzy, and Christian the worship leader. That is the core of the church – these two families. I helped them set some stuff up and told them all about how Jesus has been pursing me lately (ie coming to London and what He spoke to get me here.) We then had church, in a movie theater, in London – well more specifically, Notting Hill. The sermon was on John 1:1-18, which 1, is my favorite scripture in the Bible; and 2, what Jesus used to soften my heart on the day I decided to obey Him and dropout of school. Even cooler, I just taught a Bible study on the scripture because the Lord rocked my face with it, again. Want more? The worship set, at times, were identical to prayers that I’ve written in my journal these past two days of being a Londoner. Aaaand just to add to it, Mark used other scripture that I’ve been praying these past two day, including the passage from John 17 I posted yesterday. As if it wasn’t obvious that this was one of God’s divine appointments, Mark was cool, paid for my lunch, and helped me find and pay for a hostel. The hostel is in the middle of Holland Park and reminds me of a dream I once had.

You see, Jesus is a God of taking the obscure details that make us feel like we arn't in His will, details when we’re pissed or frustrated, and then He reveals His will and show’s us feeble minded fools that He is God. Showing us that He’s got us in His clinched, yet soothing fist, protected.

Separated, they’re just awesome little connections made and sweet gestures. But put them together, and we see a glimpse of God’s provision. No there are no coincidences. None.

My question is what aren’t we doing because we think God can’t provide. We all have something He’s commanded us to do that we would do, if Jesus could get our back. Guess what? He’s the flyest cat of all time—actually He created time—so I’m going to push the chips all in, and say He’s got our back. Sadly, we all shortchange the power that took the Messiah from death and back to life, and fold on His calling in our lives. We make grave mistakes out of fear, and we rob the most High God of the Glory only He deserves.

We should all stop the nonsense, ok. He went all in. He calls us to do the same. He will provide.

So take the leap. He won't catch you. He'll do better. He'll give you wings to fly.