In the early days of my teaching career I taught at an elementary school that was probably close to ninety years old and in need of some serious updating. A friend of mine had asked permission to bring his drama troupe and put on an assembly for the school. Our school always held its assemblies in the morning, but due to a scheduling conflict, the troupe had asked to come in the afternoon.
After the assembly, I led my fourth-grade students back to our third-floor classroom. We stopped at the door of the room and stood in utter shock and amazement. All three rows of very outdated hanging lights had dislodged from the ceiling and had come crashing down to the floor, covering all the desks and chairs. Plaster, hardware, wiring, and shards of glass lay strewn everywhere. If it had not been for the assembly, we would most certainly have been in the room and sustained serious injuries.
Was it a coincidence that my friend had requested that day for a performance? Was it a coincidence that the troupe could only come in the afternoon? I cannot help but believe it was all divinely orchestrated by a loving, caring God who, behind the scenes, was carefully watching over a teacher and her thirty young students.
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