If I had a title...

"Why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up."~Thomas Wayne, Batman Begins
"Sometimes truly believing something means holding the rest of the world in contempt."~me
“However the world might change, if you have the power to think, you’ll survive somehow.”~Seibei("Twilight") Iguchi, Twilight Samurai

Sometimes when people talk about "God's will for my life" or "what God wants me to do" it sounds like God is some kind of general, assigning nameless, uniform soldiers arbitrarily to different postings and duties (i.e. "I hope He doesn't make me a missionary in Africa"). Or on the other side, God is the great cosmic director, with script in hand, giving us our blocking in minute detail (You go here, then cross there. Pick up the glass. Drink. Smile. Pause. Blink left eye. Blink right eye.), though He's nice enough to give us our motivation, if we are having trouble.
I wonder if (with some things, at least) it's more like God is a coach (though I absolutely despise sports metaphors, I couldn't really get away from this one). He watches us from the sidelines, puffing his cigar (think Chariots of Fire...I am) as we try all manner of events, maybe with our hearts set on the pole vault, before he pulls us aside, and with a slap on the back says "Trust me lad, you're a born sprinter." Or something like that. You get the point.
I think God probably says "lad" from time to time.

Random Event Since the Last Posting (RESTLP, pronounced "rest-lop"):
Went to the Stevie Nicks concert on Friday with Johanna. (She works crew from time to time on concerts and events and that sort of thing, and one of the supervisors threw two comp tickets her way. I mean, I don't know if he physically threw them, though if he did, I assume she must have caught them...or at least picked them up off the ground.) Stevie Nicks is still her spacy self, and she and her band put on a good show. We both really *wanted* to like opening act Vanessa Carlton, but we couldn't...quite...make it all the way there. Musically she is solid, but lyrically often cliched and smacks of mediocre sixth-form poetry. Like some kinds of cheese, I think she needs to age a bit.


Been Watching: Batman Begins (again), The Aviator
Been Reading: Calvinism in the Las Vegas Airport by Richard Mouw
Been Listening to: Vienna Teng (still), Anna Nalick