Fate Pooling
Lord, it’s not weakness; it’s a sin. This anxiety I feel for the world’s general direction. Oh Earth, oh history in transit, who am I to backseat drive this most public transportation? Oh holy iteration of whatever inconceivable kind of wheel guides us, let me be at least consistent! If I claim faith at all (and I do!), it is a sin to limit it to myself!
Oh prospective self-conquerors of our respective fates, our courage not in doubt, may we have the wisdom to sidestep unwinnable battles too! And we who’ve won peace with ourselves, oh Lord, keep us from losing sleep and temper over far greater abstractions. Like, say, the future of humanity.
For here is the real test of faith: how it rules its greatest powerless estates. Which is to say, its willingness to abdicate. If God is so good as to help guide any one of our personal fates, let us not believe He intends to commute to the future with us alone, as His mere personal vehicle.
Oh Lord, oh conductor of the universe, You whose navigation skills put even the best long-haul truckers and city bus drivers to shame, may I have such faith in my own personal direction as to quiet this anxiety I feel for the world’s. Amen.