Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it.
I was just sprinting to the office and this verse came to mind. I’m panicking because I went home to check on Chris’s dogs while he’s in Pittsburgh, and I completely forgot that I am supposed to be meeting the electronics recyclers at 12. At the same time under the “oh my God, I’m gonna get fired” there’s a part of me that’s asking, “what’s the last thing that didn’t work out for you?”
I really do feel lucky. I talk about it sometimes how I moved back to the States and I got a job and a girlfriend without really doing anything. I’ve got cool friends and interesting things to do all the time. In many ways I find it unsettling because I feel like I’m sitting on a fortune I didn’t earn. The idea of moving to a new town is intimidating. I recognize the role that chance has played in my life. It is a large part of why I still sometimes give a homeless guy a few bucks because I never really lose that sense of there but for the grace of God go I.
I read an article about luck one time that was interesting. They took people and gave them a survey where they ranked how lucky they are. Then in a supposedly unrelated activity, they gave them a newspaper and asked them to count the pictures in a timed trial. A couple pages in, there’s a picture of someone holding a sign that says, “there are 31 pictures in this newspaper.” A little while later there’s a larger one that says, “the experiment is over, there are 31 pictures.” Finally there’s a half-page ad that says, “we will give you 25£ if you stop counting now.”
What they found is that generally the luckier a person was, the more likely they were to notice these hints. Some of the unluckiest people made it all the way to the end without seeing any of them. The idea is that luck isn’t something magical, it is simply that some people get into a single track of thought and will miss potentially better opportunities. Luckier people might simply be paying closer attention.
Sure enough when I get to the office an hour late after my boss called me from home, the recycling guys were given the wrong address and have been wandering around northwest for half an hour trying to find this place. They had called my phone not four minutes before I got back to the office. Had David not called though to check up on me, I’d not have run and I’d not have met them.
I certainly think I’m open to new potentials. Not so much in an observant sort of way, but moreso in a short attention span sort of way. That doesn’t really explain all the synchronicity. I still like to think God’s watching out for me and not being petty about such trivialities as my belief in Him.