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Does God make mistakes?
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    I was listening to PBS as I drove home and listened to a program that sounded like a science fiction presentation. It seems that some scientists are beginning to experiment with the brain and finding out truly peculiar results from their testing and sort of speculating what all this study could mean for future generations. For instance, by stimulating certain parts, people who felt depressed or moody could quickly experience a memory — real or imagined — that contained long-lost happy emotions which changed their outlook on life from sad to glad. After the electronic pulse, or whatever it was, was discontinued, the patients became their old selves again. I understood that by reintroducing the stimulation, the mood could change again back to the positive side.
    That sounded like something worth doing if it truly helped. Then, the speaker continued to share thoughts about what else could be changed in an individual: can we make someone smarter, have a better outlook on life, take a criminal mind and create a rational thinker? I began to get uncomfortable.
    I realize that I was born with a few learning problems, had some athletic skill but hardly anything worth marketing, took after my uncles who were short by my dad's standards and believe that I am a sort of average man with great legs who married a wonderful woman way above his station.
    The greatest revelation I have is that God created me for something special, gave me all the skills I need for the life I lead and more than enough doors to open that lead to one adventure after another.
    What if I am yet to be born? What if I would be born into a future where my life would be created by a panel of skillful experts who decide my skills, abilities and needs in order to fill a quota or perform a duty that society needs in order to function? I guess the panel would open up a book filled with occupations: soldier, banker, farmer, doctor, entertainer and the list goes on. "Let's make this baby into a soldier, NCO level of Master Sgt., skilled in weaponry and able to speak several languages." That would be me. What type of life I would live might be left up to random chance or choice as long as I functioned capably in the position selected for me at birth.
    How far would this utopia go? I suppose I need no family history except what is programed into my memory bank. I am and always will be a soldier who is dependable, courageous, by-the-book and follows every order without question. To be or not to be other than what I am is not debatable nor imaginable.
    Now let's understand something here. Our world is not too far from this scenario. We do have drugs to make us feel good, opiates to alter our perception of the real world, behavior modification, and who knows what else that can help or hurt our ability to function. I am certainly not implying that we must endure pain or disability when cures are available.
    What concerns me is when someone out there — regardless of all the good intentions — wants to be the god-like figure who believes that our Creator, God, just makes too many mistakes and His let-alone attitude needs some tweaking.
    I quickly turn to Jeremiah and hear the solemn voice of God addressing some young man, "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, and before your birth, I set you aside for My special purpose. You are to be a prophet and to speak My words to a stubborn and willful people who won't like you one whit!"
    "But, God, I'm just a kid and I think you've got the wrong kid."
    It wasn't too long until Jeremiah was punished beyond his strength and he turns to God and declares, "God, I am a laughingstock and an outcast at best! Cursed be the day on which I was born. While most celebrate the birth of a child, my father should have killed me the day I was delivered. My life has been nothing but sorrow and shame!"
    Please be kind to me when I ask what happened to the rest of the book of Jeremiah since it seems to end at chapter 51. I don't know if anyone can add a satisfactory ending, at least from our point of view.
    Let me say this: God has a plan for every one of us. We are to live the life given to us to the best of our ability and as one of His creations destined for an eternity with Him. We have success and failure, good days and bad days, remarkable moments and very forgettable moments. That's real life and it's not planned, programmed or predictable.
    I am God's plan! You are God's plan! Isn't that wonderful and exciting?
    Thanks, God!

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