Relinquishing control into the hands of someone we believe to know better. This is trust. And when the someone knows infinitely better, we call it faith.
That acquiescence is what appealed to me. That someone would take care of the things I did not know how to handle. So I understand why we reach out. If an infinite supply of help exists, how can we not request it?
I requested it by crying out to God – as loudly as an obedient Midwesterner would – while lying beside a stranger in a dorm room in South Dakota. Because – as I have told others to point of exhaustion – I was once a college freshman who grew up a Mennonite and found himself in bed with someone who, also, was naked and buzzed.
That story is a boring one as it is not any different from other stories like it…
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