So, God might want me to do an internship in a tiny town in the middle of noplace and i'm just a little bit rebellious/doubting/scared as shit.
Here's the interaction.
me: God, i'm all scared and stuff. what should i do?
god (in the form of the choir director): tomorrow our choir song will be "Lord, I'm Available to You" (Milton Brunson's arrangement).
[significant lyrics: i'll do what you say do... use me, Lord... blah blah BLAH, and the oh-so-poetic line "my storage is empty and i am available to you."]
me: arrrrggghhhh, i don't want to sing that in front of the whole congregation. oh well, okay God. I'll sing it, and even pretend I mean it.
me: So, okay, God, i'll be available and open, but make it clear what i'm actually supposed to do, okay?
God: [THIS IS WIERD, GOD IS USING A NOVEL??] allrighty then, here's a book that happens to be assigned for your theology class, wherein someone goes to that very town to which you don't want to go, and hangs out with the trinity in a cabin for a weekend.
me: what the *@#$*%, that's a little bit clear, and a little bit creepy, god.
etc. So, the roadtrip starts in a bit less than a week, and we'll see what this place is really about. Please, someone, tell the blessed lord to stop messing with my head.