I do not believe in fate. I do not think that God, god, gods sit and watch our every move and plot and plan our hours and days. If there is a God, gods, I think that s/he is most probably really busy doing more interesting activities (maybe even napping for a few billion years) to be concerned about little warm blooded critters who know the earth revolves around the sun but think the universe revolves around them.
Still there are a few things that happen which make me pause. The following is one of them.
In 1999 I came to live in the USA. Having never before joined a bible study group I did so the first month I lived here. Getting to know a few people seemed to be both sensible and necessary since I did not work and had almost no contact with anyone outside my family. The Church where the bible study was held was in a small town next to the one where we were living. The leader of the group is a lady by the name of Maud. She was welcoming, kind, generous and caring as were the other members of the group. Over the years I enjoyed many interesting, and on occasion heated, discussions centered on the writings found in the Bible.
In 2003 we moved some twenty eight kms away to another town. I went to Bible study less frequently but still stayed in touch. Kirsty started work in a local restaurant where she meet Missy. Missy's best friend is the daughter of a dental assistant at the dental practice we go to in the town where we had lived. Missy had a friend by the name of Bryan. Kirsty and Bryan met ... became friends .. fell in love and married. They produced two beautiful children.
Bryan was shocked to learn that his girlfriend's mother went to a church in Pepperell founded by a lady named Maud and a lady by the name of Clara. Clara was his great aunt. She had named the church in the early 1990s. Sadly she passed away before Kirsty and Bryan met.
On Saturday March 19th baby Clara Neva was baptised in the church where her brother had been christened. One of the members of the congregation was Susan, a 92 year old long time friend of Clara whom I had first met and got to know in 1999.
I would like to think that Great Aunt Caba (Clara) smiled some where in the universe and blessed her namesake with all the good things that life can offer. I know that watching baby Clara Neva being baptised in the small but very special church that her great-great aunt helped found made me appreciate that I do not know where paths lead but I do know that the many steps that led to that moment were all worth the taking.
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