Notwithstanding my flippant title, this is a serious post. I am directing it at people who already believe in a personal God; if you think that stuff is all poppycock, then you’re not going to get much out of this.
Lately I have had some major events in my life. I am not at liberty to discuss them, but perhaps one day I will write an autobiography. Suffice it to say, I was really sure I understood God’s plan for my life, and then I was metaphorically smacked upside the head.
But as time passes, things fall into place and it all “makes sense.” It doesn’t mean I necessarily enjoy the rollercoaster right now, but I understand that the engineer who built it knew what He was doing–and I’m confident I’m not going to fall out of my seat, even when we go upside down.
I am mostly writing this post as an encouragement to some of you who may be facing similar doubts. I know that when I was particularly confused, a few “unrelated” remarks by some of my friends really had special significance for me at the time, even thought they couldn’t have known all of the background details.
In closing, let me just say that I’ve come to realize that sometimes God is like Obi Wan Kenobi, who told Luke that Darth Vader had killed his father. Well, Luke is understandably upset after he hears a contrary claim from the helmeted one. If you remember, Kenobi explains that he actually told Luke the truth “from a certain point of view.”
Now I have always been troubled by that. What the heck, Ben, you knew Luke wasn’t going to interpret it the way you meant–so you at the very least misled him, and at worst, you lied to his face!
But in retrospect, what else could Ben have told the young, rash lad? “Hey, guess what? You know the arch villain of the universe? That guy’s your dad. Now then, put the blindfold back on and let’s play some more with the laser sword.”
So joking aside, that is how I’ve come to terms with the surprises in my own life. I think I needed to have certain things withheld from me, until I was ready to handle them.
And there is no doubt that we are all here for a reason. You can either embrace it or fight it, but you can’t get off the rollercoaster. You might as well throw up your hands and yell with joy.