A little less than two years ago, Karen and I were fully convinced that God was calling us to send our children to a semi-private Christian school. Two weeks ago, we pulled the plug on that experiment and Katie and Ian returned to regular public school this week.

Did we go against God’s plan in 2009? Are we going against it now? Or is God simply wishy-washier than you’d expect the omnipotent Creator of the Universe to be?

To be honest, I’m leaning toward believing the third of these options – although ‘wishy-washy’ may have inappropriately unflattering connotations where the Almighty is concerned.

Instead of ‘wishy-washy,’ maybe the appropriate term is ‘flexible’ or ‘accommodating.’

After all, this is the God who chose to tear Himself out of the Trinity and spend 33 years on Earth, endure hardship, indifference, confusion, ridicule, torture, murder and two days of hellfire – just to accommodate humanity’s overwhelming lameness.

That’s the heavenly version of flexible, folks. Our earthly imitation of it kinda pales by comparison, non?

Compared with that kind of flexibility, the thought that God builds plans that are pliant enough to accommodate Petkaus’ wishy-washyness on school selection really isn’t that tough to swallow.

Two years ago, we were decidedly undecided about whether to try the semi-private Christian environment or stick with public schools. Perhaps it was God’s plan that we put these misgivings behind us, so he nudged us off of the fence – so we’d know what the Christian school environment is like.

At the end of June 2010, when it was clear that for our kids, the grass really isn’t much greener on that side (despite the extra greenbacks it costs), we decided to give it another year to be sure. Maybe it was that decision that was off-track, so God nudged us back to the fence and kept nudging us until we jumped back to the other side.

Maybe. And maybe not. Then again, maybe. But does it matter? Maybe not!

Maybe the word ‘plan’ doesn’t mean the same for God as it does for us. In an earthly journey, we can plan things meticulously, but after one wrong left turn at Albuquerque, we’re in Scotland instead of the La Brea Tar Pits. (That’s Bugs Bunny talk for ‘woefully off-track.’)

But not so for God. If it was true in the ancient world that All Roads Lead to Rome, maybe it’s true of all times and all places that All Plans Lead to God – if we let them. Every crisis for us is an opportunity for Jesus. An opportunity to teach us something we need to learn; maybe to show us just how far off-track we are. And since His Grace is big enough to cover all of our mistakes, we’re incapable of messing up so badly that He can’t fix it.

Fix us, I mean.

Trying to discern God’s will for our lives is a great idea. And when we think we’ve figured out what He wants, stepping out in faith and putting His plan (as we see it) into action is even better.

But when we make a mistake and the fruit of our presumptuous errors turns out to be a big bowl of lemons, God can invariably be counted on to turn them into lemonade. God always has a Plan B.

Peace be with you.


About robpetkau

Communications professional by day, amateur musician by night, worship leader (at Holy Trinity Anglican Church in Calgary) on weekends and aspiring Bible teacher in my dreams. Grateful husband to the woman who completes me. Doing-the-best-I-can dad to the son and daughter who keep me on my toes. Striving disciple of the GodMan who came, taught and died for me. Thanks for stopping by!
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