Guest Post from Cambria Pilger!

Please welcome Cambria, my co-worker with the bright smile and bouncy walk.  This is her first post, so comment as you feel called to.

Do you ever have something so coincidental and perfect happen that you can’t help but wonder if it was God?

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For this break, I decided to sit outside. The heat was overbearing, but it was worth it to feel the fresh air and beautiful sunlight on my skin. I cracked open my book – something about being too busy (how ironic, as I was barely halfway through a chaotic shift at work) – and began skimming through the text. Just as my eyes pass over the words, “Fascination with God,” I hear a voice.

“Excuse me?” the young voice called. “Could I ask you a question?”

Immediately, my mind races through a thousand possibilities. I’m in my work outfit. He probably has a question about our store. Ugh, or maybe he’s going to try to hit on me since so many men try to do that. Whatever.

“Yes?” I turn around hesitantly.

“Could I ask you question?” he pauses. “Do you know if you’re going to heaven after you die?” I perk up instantly, and a smile bursts out on my face.

“Yes!” I exclaim.

“How do you know?”

“Well, because I love and believe in God, and He’s awesome.” It’s such a lame response, but it felt an appropriate answer given the sudden and unexpected question. We chat for a few minutes longer, and I realize he’s just around my age, getting ready to go to college. He was visiting the state only for a few months before heading off. How exciting! I remember that feeling.

“It was nice meeting you.” He begins to turn the pedals on his bike. “I just felt something calling me to ask you that.”

“Wait! What’s your name?” I probe.

“Jeremiah.”

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I turn back to my book for a moment, reflecting on the perfectly-timed and excitingly-spontaneous interaction I just had. As I look behind me again to see if he was still near, he had disappeared. Just. Like. That.

Maybe he’s just a fast biker? Or maybe it was some kind of wacky, unexpected sign. I guess I’ll never know for certain, but I sure can hypothesize.