When I was 8 or 9 my brother and I would ride our red 20-inch Murray bikes, faaaaast, on the sidewalk down the hill next to the apartment where we lived. At the bottom of the hill was a busy street. Right before we got to the bottom, we'd cut left onto the sidewalk that ran along that busy street. We'd do that over and over again.
I was thinking about that laying in bed half-asleep -- my brother and I may visit the old town this summer and I was reminiscing -- and I realize it was a miracle we didn't one time end up in the street clobbered by a car. How may zillions of times does God protect kids from horrible accidents without anyone realizing it?
But sometimes there is a horrible accident. Where was God then? If he gets credit for protecting, shouldn't he get blame for not?
If his protection is the priority to me, then that's a normal question.
But if his purpose is priority to him, then a normal question might be different; and might be a question he asks me -- If there was a time that I could either protect you OR carry out my purpose, and you got to pick, which one would you choose?
My answer to that might be why he doesn't usually leave his purpose up to my choice.
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