A Christian Cuss Word

I recently read (and shared) a story on Christian cuss words. The author singled out the words “Luck” and “Fortune.”  He insisted that these words have no place in the life and vocabulary of a Christian.

We followers of Christ believe that every step of our lives is directed by God and He is able to make good out of even the bad. As the Patriarch Joseph famously told his brothers, “What you meant for evil, God meant for good.”*

Nothing happens in our lives that can be credited to luck, good fortune, or chance. It’s all part of the plan.

I’d like to add another Christian cuss word: Coincidence.

Coincidence is defined as “a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.”

It is the belief that events occur that have no apparent link or connection.

Believing that God directs and connects every step of our life goes against the belief in chance or coincidence.

Therefore I’ll attempt to eliminate coincidence as part of my personal journey vocabulary. I’ll hitch my star to the promise of Proverbs:

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.**

I’ve always loved the poem, “To a Waterfowl” by William Cullen Bryant. Watching the flight of a bird, the poet summarizes:
“He, who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must trace alone,
Will lead my steps aright.”
God is guiding our steps.
That’s all I need to know.

 

*Genesis 50:20    **Proverbs 3:5-6

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