Some years back, I missed a connecting flight and got stuck in Cleveland.
Oh, the humanity!
Yeah, I know, the city has spruced up a lot, but back then…
Anyway, the result was an unplanned four hour layover. I could have bought a paperback. Or just sat and watched the slo-mo ballet of jets on the tarmac. But for some reason, when I prayed about it, I sensed God telling me to take the shuttle into the city.
“Are You sure, God?” I asked, “I mean, this is Cleveland.”
“Nothing,” he replied, “this is Cleveland.” (I’m not making this up.)
I told you, God! I said in my head.
But then God said, “Tell him about Me.”
So I told him about God, the omnipotent, omniscient—and decidedly pushy—Creator of the universe who I do, in fact, love with all my heart and, however grumpily, get all my best ideas from—including telling Information Guys about Him.
He was eating an apple, so I pointed at it and said, “You don’t become a tree by producing apples. You produce apples because you’re a tree. First you have to be the tree. Let God make you a tree!”
At first he looked at me like I was crazy (I get that a lot). But then something seemed to click. He smiled, but said nothing more.
So I went off and bought a paperback.
When it was time to return to the airport, I headed for the shuttle, passing Information Guy on the way. Before I could say anything, he flashed a magnificent grin at me and shouted, “Hey! Be the tree, man! Be the tree!”
Then he put his palms together, indicating that he’d been praying, and pointed upward.
I love it when God springs divine appointments on me.
Especially when they’re in Cleveland.
“You did not choose Me, I chose you, and equipped you to bear good fruit!” ~John 15:16