There was a man who gave his business to God. He had hassled over it for years. He had wrestled with it and fought it for two decades. One day he decided, “I’ve had it; that’s enough!” He had heard from his pastor that Sunday morning about the value of turning his entire business over to God. It was when he drove away from church that he decided he had worried enough. By the time he got home, he had totally and unequivocally committed his business to God.

That very night his place of business caught on fire. He got an emergency call. He rather calmly drove down to the commercial residence and was standing on the street, watching the place go up in flames. He was sort of smiling to himself. One of his colleagues raced to his side and questioned his relaxed attitude about what was happening. “Man! Don’t you know what’s happening to you?… It’s … it’s burning up!”

He replied, “I know it. I know it. No problem, Fred. This morning I gave this company to God, and if He wants to burn it up, that’s His business.”

He writes with characters too grand

For our short sight to understand;

We catch but broken strokes, and try

To fathom all the mystery

Of withered hopes, of death, of life,

The endless war, the useless strife—

But there, with larger, clearer sight,

We shall see this—His way was right.