A close friend of mine has been experiencing some alarming heart symptoms lately — shortness of breath, chest tightness, fatigue. In other words, bad news.
He refuses to see a doctor.
His reasoning? “God’s in control. If it’s my time to go, it’s my time to go.”
Eh... what?
If I’m barreling down the freeway at 80 miles per hour, I don’t take my hands off the wheel and say, “Well, if God wants me to avoid the cliff, he’ll turn the wheel. If not, I guess it’s his will that I die in a fiery explosion.”
Absurd.
We can’t project our denial and fear onto God, then expect Him to shoulder the blame when things go wrong. That’s not faith — that’s avoidance.
Free will means we’re responsible for our choices and the direction of our lives. If we refuse to course-correct and end up in a ditch, that’s not divine intervention — that’s us ignoring the guardrails.
God doesn’t take the wheel instead of us; He takes it when we’ve lost control entirely. When the car’s already spinning through the air, when there’s nothing left for us to do but brace for impact — that’s when grace might intervene.
Until then, it’s on us to steer.
Faith doesn’t mean letting go of responsibility. It means gripping the wheel with both hands, taking full control, and trusting that if — and when — it all goes sideways, God’s got the rest covered.
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