At the bus station in Barcelona I met three young women from the States who told me they were from Seattle.  They were the first Seattleites I had met on this trip.  Coincidences are of God, and that is how I have understood them since becoming reacquainted with one of my best highschool friends while shopping for a baseball cap at the Las Vegas airport in 1997.  In a city built on the foolish hopes of those who do not have respect for the odds, I discovered that there are no odds which can explain occurrences like this.Image

In my view, luck, coincidence, and chance are all terms which serve to explain away the working of God in the world.  They are explanations with the greatest degree of ambiguity possible; the modern equivalent to sprites, ferries, trolls, and other invisible, mischievous congerers of fate.  Everything happens for one reason or another.  The reasons are the prerogative of the Creator of All Things.  They are not for us to choose. Image

At the conclusion of my bus ride, I said goodbye to my new aquaintences, and made my way to Hostel Vertigo, Marseille, France.  In my shared room I met an American who introduced himself as Alex.  “Joshua, I’m from Seattle,” I said.  “Yeah, wait, what?” he replied.  “Are you from Seattle too?” I asked.  “Yeah, Ballard.  That’s crazy, what are the odds?” Alex concluded rhetorically.

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For the next two days everyone assumed that we were traveling together.  Alex and I have many interests which overlap, and he reminds me a lot of my brother Brandon.  Needless to say, I enjoyed our time together.  So, what is God’s purpose in this?  Why has God decided to introduce me to this man in this way?  I may not know the answer to that for many years.

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