I am fascinated by the idea of letting random occurrences direct my life.
I was listening to the Barenaked Ladies when I was hit by a creative pulse. I wanted to write something, anything. Then it happened, the song changed to Its All Been Done. Well, that was discouraging. It's not that this was a new concept to me but it just hit me at the right/wrong time.
Thinking about random occurrences, I am reminded of when I was in High School. During High School I went to a, not affiliated with the school but located only one hundred yards from the school, sort of seminary. I had a problem with every teacher at the seminary institute because they were to literal. I often thought that if I would go to hell just for watching a rated R movie I’m not sure I wanted to go to Heaven. Then I took a class from a Sister Auchman (that’s what we called our teachers, Sister and Brother, kinda familial), and she was my salvation. She was fun and really knew her stuff. Despite the rules, I requested her again the next semester, telling the admissions lady that if I did not get into Sister Auchman’s class I just would not come. (This is not random, and a long story for as small of a point I am trying to make.) While in class, Sister Auchman noticed that some of her room decorations had a peculiar phenomenon, all the orange cards on a specific poster had “O”s for their first letter. When she saw this she yelled “THE CHURCH IS TRUE.” Most everyone in the class laughed because they knew she was making fun of the before mentioned, while some kids did not think it was funny at all.
Maybe I am going to hell.
Just because you see the Virgin Mary in your hash-browns, you get a flat tire on the way to the doctors, or you hear a discouraging song before you start to write doesn’t mean the world is in a strange balance that influences your every action. I guess it makes some people feel good and I have no problems with that, but don’t tell me that the Mormon pioneers were saved by god when the Mississippi froze over (it was cold and the same thing happened to the Vandals when trying to escape the Huns).
Thinking about random occurrences, I am reminded of when I was in High School. During High School I went to a, not affiliated with the school but located only one hundred yards from the school, sort of seminary. I had a problem with every teacher at the seminary institute because they were to literal. I often thought that if I would go to hell just for watching a rated R movie I’m not sure I wanted to go to Heaven. Then I took a class from a Sister Auchman (that’s what we called our teachers, Sister and Brother, kinda familial), and she was my salvation. She was fun and really knew her stuff. Despite the rules, I requested her again the next semester, telling the admissions lady that if I did not get into Sister Auchman’s class I just would not come. (This is not random, and a long story for as small of a point I am trying to make.) While in class, Sister Auchman noticed that some of her room decorations had a peculiar phenomenon, all the orange cards on a specific poster had “O”s for their first letter. When she saw this she yelled “THE CHURCH IS TRUE.” Most everyone in the class laughed because they knew she was making fun of the before mentioned, while some kids did not think it was funny at all.
Maybe I am going to hell.
Just because you see the Virgin Mary in your hash-browns, you get a flat tire on the way to the doctors, or you hear a discouraging song before you start to write doesn’t mean the world is in a strange balance that influences your every action. I guess it makes some people feel good and I have no problems with that, but don’t tell me that the Mormon pioneers were saved by god when the Mississippi froze over (it was cold and the same thing happened to the Vandals when trying to escape the Huns).
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