It’s the first night of proper rest I’ve had for awhile now, and the first morning I’m waking so incredibly refreshed. It’s been an amazingly eventful period here in York, despite it being a small boring city in the middle of nowhere… or perhaps because of that, the human drama here is so much more intense. These acts are absolutely fascinating to observe, but also absolutely nerve-wrecking at times when you’re playing one of the roles.
Pretty much like an actual drama production, don’t you think?
One of my main issues with my religion was how, well, I never seemed to see any sign of it in my own life. The devout Christians always seemed so sure of seeing the evidence of God’s hand in their lives, whereas what I saw consisted more of… coincidences.
Did something happen as you’d wanted? Praise the Lord! Did something happen which made you really, really sad? The Lord works in mysterious ways/He’s testing you/Praise the Lord! In this cosmic game of chance, God never loses.
Watching while a similarly confused friend went through a whole chain of seemingly random coincidences prodding her toward certain actions and resolutions, however, has made me stop to wonder. Surely the cosmic game of chance can’t be quite as coincidental as that, can it? I stopped and thought even harder after finding out that I was in fact one of the many prodding factors in the whole chain of events.
Well, I’ve encountered my own chain of random coincidences recently, with very happy results, but once more, I doubt. Is there any meaning to it all? While I’d very much like to believe that God’s will is in all this, isn’t it a bit pompous to assume that He’s actually bothering himself with small details like this?
I don’t know, and I wonder when I ever will.