Sent: Friday, June 06, 2003 3:48 PM
Subject: FW: The Perfect Mistake
My Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this
particular day, he was building some crates for the
clothes his church was sending to orphanages in China.
On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket
to find his glasses, but they were gone. When he
mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized
what had happened; the glasses had slipped out of
his pocket unnoticed and fallen into one of the
crates, which he had nailed shut. His brand new
glasses were heading for China! The Great
Depression was at its height and Grandpa had six
children. He had spent $20 for those glasses that very
morning. He was upset by the thought of having to buy
another pair. "It's not fair," he told God as he drove
home in frustration. "I've been very faithful in giving
of my time and money to your work, and now this."
Months later, the director of the orphanage was
on furlough in the United States. He wanted
to visit all the churches that supported him in
China, so he came to speak one Sunday at my
grandfather's small church in Chicago. The missionary
began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in
supporting the orphanage. "But most of all," he said, "I
must thank you for the glasses. You sent last year. You
see, the Communists had just swept through the
orphanage, destroying everything, including my
glasses. I was desperate. Even if I had the money,
there was simply no way of replacing those glasses.
Along with not being able to see well, I experienced
headaches every day, so my coworkers and I were much in
prayer about this. Then your crates arrived.
When my staff removed the covers, they found a
pair of glasses lying on top. The missionary paused
long enough to let his words sink in. Then, still
gripped with the wonder of it all, he continued: "Folks,
when I tried on the glasses, it was as though they had
been custom made just for me! I want to thank you for
being a part of that." The
people listened, happy for the miraculous glasses. But
the missionary surely must have confused their church
with another, they thought. There were no glasses on
their list of items to be sent overseas. But sitting
quietly in the back, with tears streaming down his face,
an ordinary carpenter realized the Master
Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.
There are times we want to blame God instead
of thanking him! Perhaps it is something we
ought to try more often, I have to remember
this in these times of trial with my own family.
May GOD bless your week. Look for the perfect mistakes.