Goethe and God

The Goethe quote. Anyone hear of it? First time I came across it was through a now-favorite book, Close to the Wind, by Pete Goss. Second time was through The Crime of Living Cautiously; Hearing God’s Call to Adventure, by Luci Shaw. Here it is:

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way.

I have found it is so. My current writing project, (it’s a WWII spy novel—the Jonah book mentioned somewhere on my website will come later) has proved this Goethe quote out. Once the decision was made to write outside my usual genre, it’s as if Heaven opened up in a banging “YES! This is IT! The Right Path! Come on guys—let’s throw in, give some aid, let her know Heaven is her ally!

I’m telling you what: I’ve had more unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance crop up with this project than I’ve been aware of in a very long time. It’s just God in the wings, relieved that I’ve stopped doing (at least in this part of my life) what Rich Mullins sang about, “I’d rather fight You for something I don’t really want than take what You’ve given that I need. And I beat my head against so many walls, now I’m falling down, I’m falling on my knees…

Recently I fought so hard to write where I really didn’t want to write. And didn’t God have a dickens of a time trying to get through to me. But he did, and I’m writing something different, and I am amazed. Furthermore, I am happy in this writing biz again. Shockingly, effortlessly happy. Sometimes it isn’t hard at all. It’s just Grace. And Goethe.

Heading for Normandy soon to camp out in the middle of my story. Not sure what to expect, but God will be there, so all is well, and will be well.

Groot—out.