Something from Nothing
My Great-Grandmother Fish was a quilter. Of course, she never bought fabric. Everything was made from scraps. Any old shirt, any sheet that got a hole in it, any dress the girls outgrew was fair game to be part of Grandma Fish's next quilt.
The untrained eye of a young boy couldn't see any way that a striped shirt, a linen dish towel, and a frilly dress could be part of the same quilt. They were too different. Grandma Fish had a way, though, of combining pieces of extravagantly different origins into a quilt of amazing charm. It was as if those pieces were meant to become available at precisely the same time.
God does that kind of work, too. He can weave the lives of incredibly different people together into a wonderful church, in a pattern never seen before and never to be duplicated.
