Did you know that sometimes God messes with things… for our own good? Yeah. Seriously, He does.
I actually just taught on the story of Joseph yesterday in our high school youth department… and that ended up being the “point”… well, sorta. Essentially, if Joseph had not be hated by his brothers, then he would not have been sold into slavery, then he would not have been in Potiphar’s house, then he would not have been punked out by Potiphar’s wife and sent to prison, then he would not have run into Pharaoh’s drink holder, then he would not have interpreted the drink holder’s dream, then he would not have been recommended to Pharaoh to interpret his dream, then no one would have known about the seven years of feast followed by the seven years of famine, then he would have not saved food for all of Egypt for the seven years, then when the famine hit Egypt, and Canaan as well, Joseph’s family (the line of Abraham, Issac, and Jacob, David, and eventually Jesus Christ) they would not have survived.
I’m sorry… allow me to repeat that. Had it not been for all of that junk that happened to Joseph… then the ancestors of Jesus Christ would not have survived.
As Joseph says to his brothers at the end of Genesis 50, “You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good. He brought me to this position so I could save the lives of many people.”
I’m sure we could get into a theological discussion about if God caused all of those things to happen or if it was the devil and God used those things for good, but that’s for another day.
What I am saying here though is that sometimes I think that God does intend things that seem “wrong” or “bad” for good. Like, for example, burning to a hockey puck crisp four biscuits that I was baking… purely for gluttony’s sake.
What can I say? “Oh I’ll remember to check them in ten minutes” turned into “Oh crap… those biscuits have been in there for thirty minutes!”
And I just smiled (well, after I sprinted across the house to extract them), and remembered this story of Joseph. And I remembered his perspective. And I remembered that God sometimes intends things that seem bad for good. And I tossed them. And I said a thank you to God… for my hockey puck biscuits.
And now, a few days later, as I finish this post that was halfway-completed, I thank God for the fact that I have plateaued… no, that I have gained a little bit of weight. Because it has been good. It has been good to make me see that He and I are not finished. that He and I are not almost “done” with this covenant. that He and I are only just now on the road to Egypt (if you will) and there is still more struggle and triumph to come. You see, “I” intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good.