Why (at Least) One Bad Thing Happened

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 Why Life Isn’t Fair (a series of sorts)

I don’t often get a sense of “why bad things happen.” You know, the “senseless” stuff you didn’t plan on and most likely would not have put in a requisition order for—illness, lost income, the death of a friend. But last fall I got a glimpse of what purpose at least one bad thing may have served.

My car was entering the final curve on a nearby hill when the tail lights on the vehicle in front of me lit up. No big, I was already starting to brake anyway. Except that this guy was braking harder than me. Way harder. So I pressed down with maximum verve and angled my steering wheel toward the median to avoid any inappropriate bumper intimacy. This maneuver should have been enough, but slick yellow median paint is not traction-friendly stuff. My car’s wheels locked and forged ahead. After painting a 40 foot tread portrait, it struck the corner of the now-halted Mercedes Benz.

When we finally stopped, I saw why the Mercedes had braked so hard. The car directly in front of him had collided with a beater from the opposing traffic, that car having suddenly veered onto our side of the road. The cause became clear when a cop pulled the barely needle2conscious driver out of his automobile. “Heroin!” the officer said with disgust. I walked a few steps forward and glanced into the crunched beater. There on the passenger seat was a used hypodermic needle.

Outside of the “coincidence” that I was currently working on a screenplay about a death caused by a heroin-using driver, the incident produced no immediate tingle of Greater Purpose in me. Nor did I sense any upside when my right shoulder and lower back began to complain.

But then, one by one, reasons began to materialize.

First, to my surprise, the addict’s insurance company did not dispute the charges. They offered me twice the value of my car, a 28 year old Porsche that I’d wanted to sell for years but that had needed pricier repairs than it was worth. The settlement money allowed me to acquire an SUV I badly needed for my upcoming film project (yes, the one about the addict).

Second, X-rays and MRIs revealed some preexistent issues I needed to know about, as well. I’m now pursuing a course of injections and therapy for both accident and newly aggravated former injuries.

Finally, the addict, Christopher, was sent to a drug treatment center which may well have been the turning point of his life. I’ve prayed for him ever since because this was so clearly one of the reasons—maybe the main reason—the incident occurred. Interestingly, the name Christopher means “Christ-bearer.”

Yes, I’m implying that there is Someone behind all this, Someone with a Plan, and not only that bad things have reasons, but that our recognizing and participating in those reasons may be a part of the Plan. Bringing good from evil is God’s M.O. And he calls us to yourpurposejustaheadcomplete the process. Am I imagining a Greater Purpose where there is none? Could be. But every time I taste my wife’s lemon bars I realize, This is why God created lemons.

The Old Testament’s Joseph rose to a position of power that enabled him to save thousands of lives. He then told his brothers, who’d indirectly put him on this path by selling him into slavery, “You meant it for evil, but God meant it for good.” (Genesis 50:20) Joseph got it. He was participating in the Plan.

Are we?

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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16 Responses to Why (at Least) One Bad Thing Happened

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    So true, but often so hard. Even in our attempts to trust completely we often fall short . Even faithful David, having confidence to slay Goliath, took three stones when he only needed one.

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    • Nancy Ruegg says:

      ‘Never thought of that before: “David took three stones when he only needed one.” Yet God honored his faith anyway. Thank you for this encouraging thought!

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      • atimetoshare.me says:

        Thanks for your kind words. I guess it shows us that we all falter even when we think our faith is strong but he reminds us that even faith as tiny as a mustard seed is enough.

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  2. nancyehead says:

    Love this! So nicely done, as always!

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  3. Roos Ruse says:

    Great examples there, Mitch. If only we can remember this good example before the whine begins :>

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  4. socialbridge says:

    Mitch, your posts always draw me in evrn though we view things so differently but that’s not so bad, is it?

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  5. Dede says:

    I’m still having trouble seeing anything good coming from my divorce.

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  6. I infer from your piece that God is not an impersonal “force” but a spirit of Love who inhabits all that is and who brings us together at times in temporarily puzzling ways. I believe you have correctly solved the puzzle in this case.

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  7. Nancy Ruegg says:

    A memorable story, Mitch, reminding us again that God doesn’t make mistakes; he commits no oversight. Sometimes we’re privileged to see the sense of it all; sometimes not. He has his reasons for that, too, no doubt! When the puzzle can’t be solved, I’m so thankful I can trust his heart, his character. He is compassionate, gracious, and abounding in love (Psalm 103:8)!

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  8. What a wonderful testimony — it’s really encouraging to hear someone choosing joy in the midst of supposed trials, recognizing that inconveniences and trials are such small pieces of the completed puzzle, if we can just trust God to fit it all together.

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