Several years ago my wife, and I were enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon at Laguardo Recreation Area—a popular fishing, swimming, and boating area on Old Hickory Lake near Lebanon, Tennessee. As we were munching on sandwiches and potato salad at a picnic table near the water’s edge, we noticed a bird dangling from a broken fishing line high above our heads. Apparently, an angler had snagged his fishing line in the tree, and the swallow later devoured the bait and got hooked. The poor bird flapped its wings in a valiant effort to break free, but then fell helpless at the end of the hook.
This story causes me to marvel at God’s amazing intervention. What are the “chances” of those Asplundh workers taking their lunch break at that very park, on that very day, and at that very moment we needed them? If God can arrange a whole fleet of Asplundh trucks to rescue a little bird, how much more can He orchestrate all of heaven to come to our rescue and aid (see Matthew 10:29-30)! An even greater wonder is that God invites us to collaborate with Him in this work of liberation.