The dead child? or the bleeding woman?

I was trying to install a telephone line addition in my kitchen. Well, actually, I was trying to fix something I jacked up earlier. WELL, it was messed up because I was trying to cheat the system and stick it to the man.

Anyways, as I was showing the man, I could overhear my wife read my 4 year old son a story handed down to him through 2,000 years of storytelling. It was the story of a man who on the face of it, had no particular agenda at all. I say that only because of the evidence. I mean, at times he seemed determined to do something. And he'd even at times make comments to that effect. But then, in a maddeningly random fashion, he seemed to at this time, follow the demands of individuals as they were presented to him, and at other times say, "no, I must go."

What in the world is he doing? In one case, he tried to get away from people, but they followed him. Did he persist? No, he relented. He relented and then he fed them all. I'm sure that taught them a lesson.

In another case he is "on the way" and some dude pushes his way through the crowd and boldly pleads that he come visit his home to heal his sick daughter. Now, I don't know where he was going to up to that point, but he apparently decided to put that little mission on the back burner, because he agreed to make a house call for bold-dude.

And then, on the way to bold-dude's place, he's mobbed, and some body grabs ahold of his jacket, hoping that some sort of proximity miracle will happen. Did the secret service jump in and insulate him? You bet they did. But then what happened? Did he continue on his way to bold-dude's appointment? Nope.

Growing up, I've always had a sense of destiny. I'm not sure why that is. Maybe it's the consolation of a pop-off kid with too few friends. Maybe it's a seed of God. I'll tell you later. Way later. Anyways, that destiny always seems to be out "there" somewhere. It's a destination that I'm working towards, and whatever it is that I'm doing now, or working on now, is just sort-of a side-line gig until all the stars align and I get my ticket punched.

But I'm starting to realize that my destiny isn't far-off. It isn't years down the line. I may not live years down the line. I have learned that I might not live to eat dinner with my family tomorrow night. My destiny, my mission, is only one step away. And if I live through that, I will surely find that it has expanded. By one step.