God sees the little sparrow fall, It meets His tender view (and also all the bloody trees that fall on me and you)
Okay, so someone asks you to come to his place for dinner.
Then, on your way over, you get mugged.
Now, I’m not suggesting that you should sue the person who invited you to leave the safety of your home…
… or cuss him out…
… or remove him from your Christmas card list.
That would be silly – and more than a bit petty.
On the other hand, it would be rather strange to call that person and say, “I’m awfully sorry that I couldn’t make it to dinner – but I feel truly grateful that I wasn’t shot…
… so, I really, really owe you one!”
Which is, more or less, the way a 70 year-old grandmother-of-six reacted, when something similar happened to her:
“A motorist credited divine intervention after she escaped unharmed when a 65ft tree was blown down onto her car. Chris Challinor, 70, was driving to church on Sunday morning when the beech crashed onto the bonnet of her Volkswagen Polo. The front of the car was completely crushed by the trunk – meaning she would have been killed if the vehicle was just a few yards further along the road. She suffered only shock during the incident at 10.30am on Sunday and the grandmother-of-six says she is ”very lucky to be alive. I was sorry not to make it to church but I think someone may have been looking down on me after all.””
Mind you, when it comes to falling trees and divine intervention, I can’t help but feel that, on average, it’s trees – and whole bloody rain forests – that are more in need of divine intervention than us humans ever will be.
(Of course, some trees could do with a dollop of napalm…)
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