28:7 In that region
there was an estate of the leading citizen of the island, whose name was
Publius, who received us and entertained us courteously for three days. 8 And
it happened that the father of Publius lay sick of a fever and dysentery. Paul
went in to him and prayed, and he laid his hands on him and healed him. 9 So
when this was done, the rest of those on the island who had diseases also came
and were healed. 10 They also honored us in many ways; and when we departed,
they provided such things as were necessary.
It is amazing to me how many parallel stories there are in
the Bible often separated by centuries or more. People often speak of fate when
really life just shows God’s ability to use the lemons we give Him to make
lemonade.

What are we to make of these stories? Do they justify
disobedience? Glorify it even? Well if you consider shipwrecks and getting swallowed
by fish fun then I guess maybe?
What I see is a loving God making the most of our messes. I
also see a loving God reaching out to those we would likely never reach out to
on our own. It's like accidental or circumstantial evangelism. Clearly these
island people were not barbarians in any crude sense of the term but they were
ignorant of the God of Abraham and had no idea who Jesus was. Through a
completely unscripted and unbelievable set of events God brought Paul to them
and then used him to demonstrate God’s loving healing power. Some day I'd like
to visit Malta and see if I can find any historical evidence of this God
moment.
Obedience is always best but even in our messes all things
work together for good when we love God, even when our love is far from
perfect. He's just that amazing. :)
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