there are so many things i cannot control. too many really
i cannot control that fellow slurping his soda behind me in church. i cannot control his mutterings (he is handi-capped after all). I cannot control the toddler throwing her books around. I know these are the inconsequential things... the little things which should not affect me as much as they do; however; their disruptions are the ones that are the most profound.
I am not disturbed by Africa or the homeless. And perhaps that is what should disturb me the most.
Those things that do bother me are the things which involve little beyond a noise, a jostle in what i've come to expect to be a quiet time. And yet these jostlings are perhaps more moving than the quiet times themselves. Isn't God just like that?
(then again, maybe that's just me. so convinced that God could only work through negative things. This of course reflects upon my understanding of God's nature... )