I was flying home today. The day started at 4:30am (CT) as I prepared for the whole flying ordeal. I lost my premier status and am now traveling as a "man of the people" which means coach class, seating zone #4, no overhead spaces left, etc. So I prayed, "Give me this day my daily bread."
Heavenly bread showed up in the form of my friend Sean who volunteered to take me to the airport at 4:45. Thanks Sean. Once I got to the airport I got my boarding cards for the flight to Denver and the flight from Denver to San Francisco. Because I was not able to choose my seat from Denver to SF it was assigned to me - 21 B - a middle seat. I looked into changing it and was told the flight is overbooked. When I got to the gate I was the fifth from the last person in line to get on the plane and everyone had humongous bags. I figured I would have no room for my bags and be sitting in a middle seat and I was okay with that.
But as I got on the plane and moved toward my seat I saw a space in the overhead compartment that was empty right over my seat! There were ten people ahead of me but no one put their bags in that spot (can you imagine that?!) And when I got to my seat, I couldn't believe my eyes! My seat was an aisle seat in an exit row with massive legroom. It was bread - my daily bread.
Now, here is my theological predicament ... does God care that I have overhead space and an aisle seat in an exit row? Does he care that I have those things more than someone else? Is he even involved in those kind of things when he's got world wars to deal with, and global economics to care for? I don't understand it but I do know Jesus taught us to pray for our heavenly father to provide us today with what we need for this day.
Yesterday I found bread in the form of an overhead storage compartment over an aisle seat - which those of you who travel know has got to be a God-thing.