The young man either owned a squirrel farm or was developing his own brand of peanut butter. The handlebars of his bike were loaded high with more than fifteen large bags of peanuts. Elastic straps held the whole contraption together.
I desperately wanted to ask him what he was up to but didn’t. One-because it would be rude and it is none of my business. Two, because I was in my car and observing from a distance!
There are lots of times when I want to ask God the same thing.
God, what are you up to in the Middle East?
Lord, why is my friend so sick?
Lord, why is this arthritis pain so persistent?
And I don’t because one- it’s rude and it’s not my business. My job is just to believe.
Jesus answered. “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent.” (John 6:29)
And two, I am just driving by. God has not shared his plans with me. He has shared what I am responsible for. After all, I am watching from a distance.