Profound Statement 001 - Trust

Ok, I’m going to admit that “profound” is a word that I band around a little and so this is likely to be a more tongue-in-cheek use of the word.

I’m currently riding shotgun in the car. It is affectionately titled “The Pornmobile”. There is a driver and his name is Steven “The Intern” Rose. (It would be pretty dumb if I was sat parked in the driveway on my own! Because of course I would be sitting in the more macho position of Driver Seat!) Steven is one of those guys that says things how they are. He has a wonderfully humble awareness of this ability too. This allows him to make some intensely funny one liners leaving you in stitches in his wake as he plows through with the satisfaction that his work here is done. But maybe I’m exercising artistic license; the only way to know is if you have the pleasure of meeting him.

At this point it is 3:30am. This is important because at this moment my mind is moving. I’m thinking, “Should I go to sleep and trust that Steve will not fall asleep?” Now, this is interesting for two reasons. First, Steve is not likely to allow that to happen, he is way too trustworthy. Second, when presented with this idea of mortality relating to cars I always convinced myself that I was in God’s hands and whatever happened in the car I was in was his will. If I crashed then God would look after me and lead me into circumstances he thought were best.

That second one bugs me. Why don’t I still think that? Is that a reasonable thing to think? How is it that I put my trust in Steve’s judgement but also entirely on God’s will? And most confusingly, what part of being in a car should make me more nervous about the fragility of my life?

I have got answers. Answers I like and think make sense. I think I’ll leave it here though…