So the other day I was repeating my most recent mantra, and no it's not "Anyone but the Yankees, Lord, anyone but the Yankees" but it is close. (Wait, let's dwell on that. What the crap is this? Both the Cubbies and my Sox can make it to the championship games and yet both can choke so we get 'World Series that 8 people outside of New York care about, round 42'? There is no hope for baseball. That's it, that was that aside. Expect more, I'm in a ranting mood)
Ok now my real mantra has totally been superseded by my sarcastic mantra and to really dwell on the topic I had envisioned is to need a drastic mood change. That being said, we shift. Serious faces, kiddies.
It is terribly arrogant to be angry as to where I am in my life. Think about it: If I believe that God is in control of my life (check), and if I believe that his plan will ultimately bring about the most happiness, success and joy in my life (that I do), THEN who am I to say that where he has me right now isn't just one step towards his ultimate goal in my life? Isn't it just preparing me for that next step? Shouldn't I be a bit excited to realize that I'm in prep? Well for one thing I'm happy to know if I am being prepped then I won't look like a total putz once he puts me where he'd have me go. But that kinda puts a damper on control freakishness, eh? So much for my plans. That is not to say that my reliance on the will and timing of God is to be complacent; rather it is to be sensitive to nudgings, and it is to accept those nudgings in faith, excitement and a bit of nervousness, but never fear. And also it's to have a positive and almost joyous outlook as to where God has me now; I finally understand why Paul was able to praise God while in prison: he couldn't see the whole picture of what was going to happen next but he was in a great one-on-one with the guy who could. And it's always nice to know that someone not only has your back, but your front--not just your present, but your future.
Is this bordering on cheesy faith? I dunno, but to me it seems so logical that the potential for cheesiness is totally lost. It now seems totally fine to openly admit that I do not (and never have) been able to tell my ass from my elbow and any success I have can most likely be attributed to others, to blind luck, and to my God above.
By the way: Nietzsche was the philosopher who first wrote, "God is dead" hence the title of this post. See you learn something new everyday.
