Just If I'd...

I was thinking about this the other day... and I wanted to blog about it.
But since it's a little weird, I held back.
However, since my beloved Jenna brought up the topic in a comment, about praying for future husbands... I'd like to share a little.

I've always had a little (here you can laugh) trouble with predestination. So I never felt justified in praying for my future husband. I felt like... maybe I wasn't praying for anyone at all, or that since I didn't know the person, it didn't count. A lot of the time, I felt like God didn't know which man either. But all these girly-girls were swearing by the peace it brought them. I felt like I was being ripped off just because I didn't believe in this practice. And often I'd get the impression people thought less of me, like I was leaving the poor guy (who I'd never met) completely abandoned. And oddly, this would fill me with insane amounts of guilt. Every book on courtship said you HAD to do this, aparently people do this with their children from ridiculously early ages.
In fact, I still don't pray for "my future husband" in fact, I'm sure I've never uttered that phrase without accenting it with a saracastic tone, or a roll of the eyes.

But back to my jelousy of these girls, who prayed nightly for their future husbands, and wrote love letters, made little lists of what he'd look, act and smell like... and all that jazz.

I found a solution, two years ago. How could I possibly pray for my future husband, when I (and in my simple mind no one) could know who he was? I sought our help from my mother.
Okay, this is what I'm nervous about writing, because no matter how I write this, it's going to sound ... lame.

I asked my spiritual mother, the Vigrin Mary, to arrange my marriage. To literally pick out a man for me, and protect him, and whatever else.

You might be saying, "Sarah, what the crap? That's just like predestination."
Well yes, and no. It has similar advantages, but there's one thing... it was my choice. This is not to say that I know I'll mystically "know". (I learned that lesson in a pretty rough way, but that is not a blog topic.)

So now, when I pray for him, I know I'm praying for someone in particular. And more importantly, when I don't pray for him, someone else is.

Now you're probably asking, "What about his free will?"
To this I must answer that I honestly didn't consider it at the time. Nor do I really care so much how this proposition works, but that it somehow makes my brain not explode while I'm trying to pray for people.

So, anyone care to field this one? Is it even remotely theologically sound? Is it foolishness?

Anyhow,
I'll be praying for you guys,
Sarah

My new themesong

Okay, this song makes me laugh.

White & Nerdy - Weird Al

They see me mowin'... my front lawn
I know they're all thinkin' I'm so white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Can't ya see I'm white & nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white & nerdy

I wanna roll with... the gangstas
But so far they all think I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
Really, really white & nerdy

First in my class there at MIT
Got skills, I'm a champion at D&D
MC Escher, that's my favorite MC
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea

My rims never spin - to the contrary
You'll find that they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library

My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
Got people beggin' for my Top 8 spaces
Yo, I know pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills, but I still wear braces

I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at Minesweeper, I could play for days
Once you see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed
My fingers movin' so fast, I'll set the place ablaze

There's no killer app I haven't run
At Pascal, well, I'm number one
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I got a soldering gun

"Happy Days" is my favorite theme song
I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon

They see me roll on... my Segway
I know in my heart they think I'm white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Can't ya see I'm white & nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white & nerdy

I'd like to roll with... the gangstas
Although it's apparent I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
How'd I get so white & nerdy?

I've been browsin', inspectin'
X-Men comics, you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket, I must protect 'em
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shoppin' online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized "Holy Grail" really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL

I got a business doin' web sites
When my friends need some code, who do they call?
I do HTML for 'em all
Even made a home page for my dog

Yo, I got myself a fanny pack
They were havin' a sale down at The Gap
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
Pop pop, hope no one sees me... gettin' freaky

I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in A/V Club and Glee Club and even the chess team
Only question I ever thought was hard Was, do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
Spend every weekend at the Renaissance Faire
Got my name on my underwear

They see me strollin'... they laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause I'm so white & nerdy
Just because I'm white & nerdy
Just because I'm white & nerdy
All because I'm white & nerdy
Holy cow, I'm white & nerdy

I wanna bowl (yes it really says bowl! - Sarah) with... the gangstas
But oh well, it's obvious I'm white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
Look a' me, I'm white & nerdy


I like this because I can point to at least one of my friends who is decribed by eache verse. Well, except the fanny pack, GAP, bubble wrap one. Let's leave that one alone.

Live long and prosper,
Sarah