While we were on vacation a few weeks ago, I saw a little bit of the Casey Anthony trial on television. I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be interesting to be on a jury? I'm surprised I've never gotten called. Hmm."
And what was the first piece of mail I opened when I got home after vacation?
A jury duty summons. Like an answer to prayer or something. Except not.
You see, the week for which I was summoned was two weeks ago. The week right before She Speaks. So, conceivably, I could have been called to serve on a trial that would have extended into the conference. I had to call every evening last week to find out if I needed to be downtown the next day.
And I was, in fact, needed. That Thursday, I had the privilege of seeing our judicial system in action.
Excitement! Adventure! Intrigue!
But I had a peace about it. I knew I had lots of friends praying for me, I knew God wanted me to be at She Speaks, and I knew he'd take care of it. I sat through jury selection for a burglary trial, but I wasn't even questioned; they found their jury before they got to me. I was free to stroll the streets of downtown Indy by 1 p.m.!
So, contrary to popular belief, Satan has nothing to do with jury duty.
It's a great feeling, being secure in the knowledge that God's got things figured out. Even when life surprises us, nothing surprises God. It's also a great feeling knowing someone's praying for you. My Twitter feed was ablaze with prayer offerings and well-wishes. It just gave me that much more confidence that things would turn out well.
So, dear friend, I want you to know that I'm available to you. If you need someone to pray for you, send a Tweet to @LazyChristian, send an e-mail to TheLazyChristian at yahoo dot com, swing by my Facebook page, or leave a comment on any post, and know that the moment I get it, I'll be praying for you.
And sometimes, that simple knowledge makes all the difference in the world.