But then again, maybe it actually does.
Do I really have that much faith in the car manufacturer and the mechanic to will my car to run? Do I really put that much courage into men and their often faulty construction?
If only I could trust God the way I trust Infiniti.
Yes, I believe that the sun will rise every morning. I believe that I’ll be able to draw my next breathe. I believe that if I eat food, it will nourish the correct parts of my body and provide me with energy. But do I seriously think those things will happen all by themselves, without some touch of divinity or sanctification from a greater being?
I wonder what in my life would change if I gave credit where credit was due and realized that my car running, my brain waking, and my heart pumping could actually be the divine intervention of a jealous and fierce God who decided to make those things be.
I wonder how my gratitude would affect my actions, and how my actions would affect people, and how those people would affect the world.
I wonder if I actually noticed the signs of life before something goes amiss in them. If I prayed for the last drop of gas to go sparingly when my tank was still full. If I acknowledged God’s sovereignty even when men seem to hold the world in their palms.
I wonder what would change . . .