This is what I was wearing when
James prayed that God had no
hand in selecting the outfit.
In seminary we have very deep conversations in a very lighthearted way. While at a Tacky Christmas Sweater Party with my classmates, we were debating the issue of Providence. I was up on my metaphorical soapbox, passionately debating both sides of the argument, when I asked, "does God really care what I wear?" Without missing a beat, my friend James retorts, "with what you're wearing, I certainly hope not."
I would love to hear your thoughts. How present is God in your life? Where do you fall on the issue of Providence?