There are times when the scene does not make sense. It is not as if any one of the components, in themselves, were wrong. Finding a Puerto Rican / Dominican Cuisine food truck in rural Tennessee was odd. As I wrestled with my confusion, I realised that any issue with the matter was all within my head. The food truck was, by all visible measures, clean, professional, and functional. The location was busy. An agreement was in place between the store owner and the pop-up owners. I could see the pieces – why, how, and what – and in an interesting way, they made sense.
Making sense is a natural thirst, especially when responsibility, accountability, and leadership are involved. I need to know. I want to understand. It goes well beyond a food truck. When you get to the edges, Paul’s question resonates. “Are you going to object, ‘So how can God blame us for anything since he’s in charge of everything? If the big decisions are already made, what say do we have in it?’” (Romans 9.19). Even as I say “yes!”, I hear life quietly reminds me of the following.
Most “whys” are found in a bigger story. Why I am building a company lies in a problem and dream found within my heart and mind. Why I hear a calling to be a force for good is found in a story of compassion and empathy, care and kindness. Unless I step into the larger story, I end up finding myself lost in the details.
My “how” is the fun part of the day. I have an opportunity to take Divine love, acceptance, and respect and bring it to life. While Divinity is ultimately responsible for each, I have the freedom to make it real.
“Whats” in life are creative expressions and opportunities to explore, inquire, and understand. While they may not always make sense to me, it does not matter. I love the idea of Puerto Rican food in a small Tennessee town. Life coming alive in the best kinds of ways.
