Wisdom From FORREST GUMP

"You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away."

So ends one of my favorite movies.  Forrest's final insight, which seems so clear by the end of the film, so moving and indeed so true, is lost on so many people. God is not deistic, and God IS, God is involved, and things happen sometimes because God is involved. But freedom is real. Not just our freedom, but the freedom of the world around us. There is openness and randomness, and self-direction. Fate is not simply 'what you make' nor 'the Will of God'. It is the intersection of creation and created. It is life itself, as it truly is.