It was meant to be ...

 

I passed by a historic church, the oldest in the county, gleaming white with a silver metal steeple reaching to the sky. Right next to it was an excavation lot with earth moving equipment parked helter-skelter, piles of earth and rock, even a semi-trailer turned into some type of storage shed. It was a mess.

 

As I drove by I thought, what a shame a church looking so pristine is next to such disorder.

 

Quickly the thought came to me, or maybe it’s awesome the church property is next to a piece of everyday life, a silent witness to the working man. God is here. He’s as close as your next step. He’s available throughout your day.

 

Nothing is by accident. Years ago, a congregation was prompted to build on that particular place. Maybe part of the reason was because God knew someday there would be workers on the job nearby.

 

It was meant to be.

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