Mood:
luckyAbout three years ago, on a Saturday evening, I was walking home from downtown with my friend Shane, his girlfriend and their daughter. Our paths diverged; they waited for me to cross a street. As I reached the other side, a car jumped the curb and came to rest close enough to me to leave dirt from the raised numbers on its tire, on my pants leg.
Then, between my sixtieth and sixty-first birthdays, I got bitten by a dog, but the dog was small and belonged to our neighbors, who are rich and keep the dog's shots up to date, and I got hit by a car as I was crossing underneath a red light, but the car was going very slowly, and I fell forward on the hood, rather than backwards, so the driver (thank God!) saw me and stopped. I did not immediately know that the driver was going to stop, and, as I was on the hood of his car, I thought that was it for me, and I remember thinking two things: "Damn, I forgot to make a will," so my friend would only get the insurance, and, "Wow, this is unique; I really wonder what is gonna happen next" (because that would settle the argument between believers and the rest of humanity). But the car stopped, as I said.
So my theology, done from experience (and some scripture), would always have to posit Someone or Something out there (if only gracious Coincidence), I think.
Then, between my sixtieth and sixty-first birthdays, I got bitten by a dog, but the dog was small and belonged to our neighbors, who are rich and keep the dog's shots up to date, and I got hit by a car as I was crossing underneath a red light, but the car was going very slowly, and I fell forward on the hood, rather than backwards, so the driver (thank God!) saw me and stopped. I did not immediately know that the driver was going to stop, and, as I was on the hood of his car, I thought that was it for me, and I remember thinking two things: "Damn, I forgot to make a will," so my friend would only get the insurance, and, "Wow, this is unique; I really wonder what is gonna happen next" (because that would settle the argument between believers and the rest of humanity). But the car stopped, as I said.
So my theology, done from experience (and some scripture), would always have to posit Someone or Something out there (if only gracious Coincidence), I think.