I think I have an unpopular belief. It may be popular in some circles, but I think it's counter cultural for most Americans. I believe in destiny and fate, but more specifically, I believe that those things are visible portions of a plan that God has for us. I think it's unpopular because bad things happen to good people and we like to think our individualism drives us. God planning it doesn't bring a lot of comfort in tragic situations and in some cases seems actually insulting. I understand that. In my faith rubric, I make the make the choice to believe that the awful things in this world will be made right in the next.
In the classroom, the meaning of life is up for long debates and controversy. In life, but especially in death, the answer is urgent. Nobody wants to debate over a casket. I could explore the questions of what causes the universe to go around in the classroom, but near a grave I needed a truth.
It's a step of faith. The mechanics of placing one foot in front of the other to take the step can be analyzed and reasoned, yet the step itself is far from mind. In the face of the suffering, could I tell myself that there was a reason? I could easily acknowledge that I did not know the reason, but could I also concede that my blindness to the reason didn't void its existence? The end of a dear life taught me that my soul believes even when my mind wavers.
I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future. Join us and learn more at WEverb11! Today's prompt was: What lesson did you learn in 2011 from “The School of Life” rather than a classroom?
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