At 30,000 feet, I'm watching the sunrise with the clouds below the sun. It gives me a wonder to keep my eyes focused while my mind drifts back to just a few days ago. I was sitting in a bookstore (one with free WiFi). I go there on a weekly basis searching for expressions of culture at the magazine stand. 

 

The magazine stands are next to the coffee shop, so my routine includes a grande with no room, a handful of magazines, and a comfy chair. This time the search was interrupted by my cell phone.

 

The number was extra, extra long. It was an old friend who, since January, has lived and worked in Germany.

 

"Ron, we just heard of your need for ministry funds and we want to help," he said. 

 

The day had begun with a discouraging conversation with a potential major donor who wanted to see more controls in place. He also wanted a definite lock-in to a local church. He strongly suggested his church. His church was still true and faithful, not like other the host of others. 

 

We didn't see eye to eye on much of anything so as he put it, "My checkbook will remain closed." 

 

I think my trip to the bookstore was therapy...maybe a little escape, but God found me. He knows my number. He had already nudged my Germany buddy to stand in the gap. That call changed everything. At the end of the call, he asked, "Now who do I make the check out to?"

 

I replied, "Faith Coaching Network."

 

His last words were, "Ok, we will be sending a $5,000 check tomorrow. And, we hope to do more later on. You hang in there!"

 

"Thank you! Thank you!" I said as I punched End Call on the phone. 

 

It was a God moment. A three-minute phone call had radically transformed my day, But God had one more surprise coming my way.

 

"Tell me about faith coaching," he said. It was a young student who had been quieting listing to my phone call. 

 

"I'm sorry, I overheard your conversation and looked up FaithTeam.org. I like this, tell me about it," he continued.

 

I did and he bookmarked the site and promised to tell his friends. Who knows what God will do with this.

 

Who knows! 

 

"Sir, do you want some something to drink?" the flight attendant asked.

 

Yes, coffee, black," I responded. Who knows what's next.