Lost Owen

I caught the bus to Skipton last week to participate in a funeral. I took with me a copy of John Owen’s The Glory of Christ, published in 1684. I read some of the first chapter and rather enjoyed it, but I never saw it again. Did it fall out of my pocket on the bus as I got up to leave? Was it left at the crem? Was it stolen by a Yorkshire pickpocket? I know not. I do know that God uses all circumstances for His glory. I would be a little surprised if a fellow bus user picked up John Owen, a puritan theologian known for his complex thought and long sentences, and found salvation, but then the Holy Spirit can use anyone and anything. Alternatively, it might have providentially fallen into the lap of some fellow Christian who had been praying for deeper comfort and spiritual food.

Then again, might the Lord be simply reminding me: "better look after those things of which I have appointed you steward." All we have belongs to Him. If we understood this, so much else in our lives would not be amiss.