But my "thank fest" stopped abruptly when I saw what was up ahead: my old catechism teacher - holding open the door for a group of people. I knew then that God was not only listening to me - but smiling at me! As I approached, I prayed, Very funny, God! But he can go in now. But he didn't. He stayed to hold the door for me. And I walked through and thanked him.
Later I realized that this wasn't even the first time he'd held a door. Twenty years ago when he uttered those ridiculous and misogynistic words, he opened another kind of door. (Incidentally, Carolyn Custis James' telling of a similar experience in her other book, When Life and Beliefs Collide, helped me realize this.) His words sparked a fire in my heart - a longing to know just what God wanted from me as a girl, a daughter, and a student, then as a woman, and now as a wife, a mother, a writer, an editor, a colleague, a friend. His words opened the door to my discovering that - and trying to live accordingly. So I need to thank God for him too.
But I'm curious: How has God used men in your life to open doors for you?