In all these things, joy.

I think everyone who reads the material I post in the blogosphere has witnessed some facet of who I am. I also believe that you, my dearly beloved reader, know me well enough to know that I love to tell stories. Stephanie told me that my last post was not characteristic of me and I agree. I do not think it was characteristic of me but I know that it was a reflection of me. I do not always reach immediate conclusions as a result of the experiences I have. Most of my day I spend asking questions. I ask questions about the past, I ask questions about the future and a lot of times I wonder, "What the hell am I doing right now?"
I am working on trusting God in the process. God is not in conclusions, although He helps us reach them. He is not in the final product nor is He the destination. God with us. Here.
I am not sure how this story relates to a progressive God; except that he is progressive and is He is always changing us as individuals so that the way we see him will be changed. There are some people who give me a clearer picture of the nature of God.
On Saturday my friend Nathan Burton called me because he got a cell phone. He is 17, autistic, and so good at making me laugh. He knows it too. At summer camp this year, we told knock knock jokes together in the talent show. Nathan asked me on the phone what I want to be when I grow up. I gave him an extensive explanation of the things I want to accomplish because I believe it is possible and hope is what makes the world breathe.
Because he thinks beautifully and in the most black and white way, he reiterated to me what I told him in an attempt to understand it better. Except this time, he used Nathan terminology. He stated, as if it were the most simple thing in the world, "So...you want to be a worldwide helper."
Of course, Nathan, I want to be a worldwide helper.