The other day, I read a story, Sexual Assault, Cold Nights, and God’s Plan. It’s a true story about a 23 year old street girl. The writer knew her well, and tells her story. On the post, the writer ends by saying
At the end of the talk, a lady came up to me, obviously moved by my story. Then she asked me the question I dread most: “How could God allow this to happen to Stephanie? Was this all part of God’s plan?”
If you spend much time working in the inner-city, you try not to ask yourself that question–not because you don’t know what the answer is, but because you do. And if you tell people the answer to that question, they get mad at you, and they call you names, and they don’t invite you back.
What I wanted to tell that lady, but did not, was God did have a plan to take care of Stephanie; God’s plan was us.
I wanted to tell her that it is not we who are waiting on God to act, but rather it is God who is waiting on us. I wanted to tell her that what Stephanie really had needed was not this lady’s prayers but a safe place to sleep at night. What I wanted to tell that lady, but didn’t, is that it is very obvious that we have the resources to help invisible people just like Stephanie but we simply lack the will to do so.
I did not tell that church lady any of that. But I wish I had.
Go and read Stephanie’s story .
Then ask yourself, “Am I God’s plan for someone like Stephanie?”