lest i be struck down by holy lightning, i want to point out that i've no beef with God's will, or in believing that it does, in fact, exist. the problem i have is when we, in all our mortal wisdom, assume we can predict it, quantify it, put it in a nice tidy box. if my own campus experience is at all a reliable sample, i suspect that a majority of christian students across this great nation spend much of their time trying to "find God's will for their life".

 

noble, but arrogant.

 

not that i'm pointing fingers; i've certainly done my share of sacred guesswork. but at this point, unless i've got a shiny angel or a parted sea or a booming voice thundering down from the heavens, i'm going to assume that God and His will are going to find me soon enough. it's not a mathematical formula to solve, nor a future event to predict. it's the unfolding of something so grand, so perfect, that it makes absolutely no sense at all. it seems it's not until you pause and look back upon the path you have walked that you see the madness taking shape into something beautiful, even as you stand in a scattered sea of puzzle pieces. you recognize all the stupid choices you made, and you acknowledge the healthy ones too; and you realize through the pain and the joy of these decisions, that amazing grace abounds.

 

instead of trying to find God's will, our time would probably be better spent reflecting on it.