By John Phelan – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=35823453
This time last week, I had the unique opportunity to visit the hospital where I was born in the city of Providence, Rhode Island. It was such a moving experience.
Please join me as I reflect on what I was feeling at that moment. Perhaps, there might be something that will encourage others. More importantly, I am hoping I will put the spotlight on God’s providence. (I invite you to read an article I wrote on this topic that was published on the Institute for Faith, Work & Economics blog.)
Before I get too deep into my personal thoughts and emotions in that special place, let me briefly explain why I was there and provide some background.
Why was I there?
My brother and his family have lived in New England for some time, but we had never planned a trip out to see him until this year. We spent five days doing fun things like a ride on a cog railway up a mountain in New Hampshire, a whale watching boat in Boston harbor, walks along the beach, and a tour of Cape Cod.
After time with my brother was over, we planned a day trip to connect with my roots in Providence and Warwick, Rhode Island. I wanted to visit the cemetery where my grandmother was buried, the house she lived in that I vaguely remembered from when I was six, and the hospital where my mother and I were born.
What was so special about this hospital?
According to an article in Wikipedia, Providence Lying-In Hospital was built in 1926. The article states, “The hospital was the first in the state to specialize in obstetrical services and the first to offer specialized nurse training.” It was listed in the National Register of Historic Places. It is a beautiful structure. It now houses a rehabilitation and cancer center.
When I was planning this trip I took last Thursday, the obvious choice was to find this hospital among the other things I wanted to see in the area. I did not know what to expect, but I just had to see this place. I know now that it was well worth the time.
What was I feeling?
It took us a while to find it. The online map took us to the wrong hospital. I did another Google search to find a street address, which took us straight to it. When I saw the nearly 100-year-old building, I knew it was right. When I saw the original name of the hospital etched in stone above the entrance, I knew I had found it.
I literally walked in the building with fear and trembling. My wife sensed it too. We felt like were entering holy ground. I, and my mother, had both taken our first breaths in this building. It was surreal. I was giddy. I didn’t know what to do. I saw a sign for a chapel down the hall. I was compelled to go in and pray for a while.
As soon I sat down, I was overcome with emotion. I had no words. Tears filled my eyes. Linda prayed a beautiful prayer of thanksgiving on my behalf.
I thought about what my parents were experiencing on my birth day. At the time, my parents were in a difficult circumstance that I can only imagine. I was a surprise. My mom and dad were 20-year old college students, whose plans to earn a degree were now cut short by what must have been a blessing mixed with shame. However, it was clear to me that they faced it with courage, conviction, and love. God blessed their decision to choose life. I am so glad that I was born, that I was born again, and that God has graciously chosen to use my story for His glory.
I can identify with the words of King David in Ps. 139:13-16, as he reflected on God’s presence his own life. Here is what He wrote about the miracles God did before he was born: “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
I also thought about all the medical professionals who were on duty. They were direct answers to prayer to ensure my safe delivery and take care of my mom.
Does God have a plan for you?
My answer to this question is a resounding, “Yes!” However you came into this world, you need to know that God has good plans for your life.
R. Paul Stevens, in his book, Work Matters: Lessons from Scripture discusses the concept of God’s providence in Esther’s life. He states, “Providence means that our birthplace, family background, educational opportunities, the talents and abilities we bring to the workplace, even our physical or emotional disabilities, are not accidental but part of God’s good and gracious purpose for us.” This resonates deeply with me.
I hope you know that God has a purpose for your life. You are not where you are by accident. He wants to use you, in big and small ways, to bring glory to Him. Rest in that fact, and look for daily opportunities at work, home, or wherever God has placed you to live out and share the good news of Jesus, with actions as well as words.
About the author:
Russell E. Gehrlein (Master Sergeant, U.S. Army, Retired) is a Christian, husband of 42 years, father of three, grandfather of five, and author of the book, Immanuel Labor – God’s Presence in our Profession: A Biblical, Theological, and Practical Approach to the Doctrine of Work, published by WestBow Press in February 2018. He received a Master of Arts in biblical studies from Grand Rapids Theological Seminary in 2015. He is passionate about helping his brothers and sisters in Christ with ordinary jobs to understand that their work matters to God and that they can experience His presence at work every day. He has written over 200 articles on a variety of faith and work topics, 120 of which have been published or posted on several Christian organization’s websites, including the Institute for Faith, Work & Economics, Coram Deo, Nashville Institute for Faith + Work, Made to Flourish, The Gospel Coalition, and Christian Grandfather Magazine.