Of course!

Coincidence is when two things happen simultaneously. But it does not explain away the causality.
Someone prays, God answers.
Coincidence? Of course!
But not "merely" coincidence.

I've been working on a brand of robot that I'm not as proficient in as others. And I've been trying to get it to pull parts out of an injection molding machine. A real learning experience.

Friday, I got done. I'd learned a lot of arcane things about this brand of robot (I should get og's phone number) that I'd never needed to know before.

Sunday morning at 6am my phone rang. It was a friend of mine. We'd worked together at two previous jobs. He's a production manager.

He said he couldn't get any of his engineers to answer the phone, and he saw my name in his phone, and would I please talk his maintenance guy through getting this robot to pick parts out of an injection molding machine. He was going to miss a shipment, and perhaps lose the customer.

I told him that there was no way I could come in since I had church coming up and dinner with friends after. I talked to his guy and set him on the right path. I lay back down.

I knew in my heart God wanted me to call him up and offer to come in to his plant, so I did. He was excited, said he'd get me paid.

I drove in and a few hours later, using the knowledge I had gained recently, got him up and running.

During this time, one of their engineers had come in, but he was unfamiliar with robots.

Together, I showed him what I was doing, and why. We worked on the PLC code together, also.

The plant manager also had come in. He was encouraging us with phrases like: "This needs to run! Now!" and "Do I have to call someone else in?".

I took Steve aside and told him that I wasn't there to get paid, but that God had sent me to assist him. I told him that I could probably best assist him by walking up to his boss and slapping him. Steve did not agree, but he smiled.

I got a lot of smiles and thank yous from everyone when we were done. Steve looked like a hero.

That night, Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, Steve called me up again to thank me again, and that he'd try to get me paid. I told him that God had told me to go in, so he owed God. God wanted him to live for Him. Steve said that he had made that decision since we had last worked together, and coincidentally, there were a few believers in the plant who had been praying that the shipment would not get missed, and that they were telling everyone that I was an answer to prayer.

I've been paid.