I hear God laughing.
Every time I make a plan, I hear God laugh at me.
I said to my friend the other day: I’ve made a decision! He replied: Really? What?
I then heard God yell out: Elaine has another plan! And instantly angels the world over heard the punch-line and started rolling in the aisles!
Funny, God… real funny.
Classic Dixie cup joke:
How do you make God laugh?
Tell him you have a plan.
I didn’t think it was overly funny at time. Still don’t.
I want to have a plan.
It’s what self-help gurus and time-management experts of all varieties tell us we need.
But why… oh why… would I go to all the trouble / time / energy to make a plan / develop strategies / objectify objectives / theorize goals and outcomes if You are just going to laugh at me?
And then change the plan of my life whenever You feel like it…
So I’ve decided on a new plan… in fact… an evil plan.
Pinky: What we goin’ do tonight, Brain?
Brain: Same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!
Okay… not really… my new plan is to try and enter into a whole new level of different… surrender. Good work for Advent.