Interruptions

I was having breakfast with a good friend of mine this past Saturday, and the topic shifted towards God's odd ways. We were talking about how God is in the interruptions of our lives. And, how God was in the interruptions in Jesus' life.

We know He (Jesus that is) was preaching about something (when He was interrupted by men sawing through the ceiling so they could lower a crippled man for Jesus to heal) but we don't know what. There isn't a record of His sermon, but there is a Biblical record of the healing.

And, we know He was interrupted by His mother and brothers wanting to speak with Him, and we know He responding to that interruption by asking, "Who is my mother? Who is my brother or sister? It is those who do the will of my Father in Heaven." But, nobody bothered to write down His sermon outline. I guess it wasn't important.

But, God was in the interruptions.

We know Jesus travelled around the countryside a lot. We don't always know why He was going where He was going, but we've all read about the woman with 'an issue of blood' who interrupted His travels by touching the hem of His garment and was healed; the demon possessed man whom Jesus delivered; the lepers He cleansed.

All of these were interruptions.

And we know the Priest and the Levite were headed to the Temple to meet with, and worship God. But, they missed God. He was in the ditch needing help. And, the Good Samaritan helped Him. Jesus said, "When you've done it to the least of these, you've done it unto Me."

I hate to be interrupted. So, this is a good thing for me to know -- God is in the interruptions. I need to take note.