Taking a break from the rant, at least till lunch...

I hit a deer on the way home from rehearsal last night. It was dark and late, and she ran out in front of the van. I was standing on the brakes, and you could smell the rubber. When I got out to check the truck, I did not see her, so perhaps I only knocked her down and she managed to run into the brush, which is where she wanted to be in the first place.

This has been on my mind ever since though. It bothers me that she might have been severely injured and suffered. I hope that either she was severely bruised, or else so badly injured that she died quickly. I think that God puts all creatures and things in this world for a purpose. I cannot conceive that the purpose for this deer was to end up on the grill of a van.

Maybe her purpose though, was to remind me of my place in the overall scheme of things. It seems obvious to me that the deer was known to God. All things are. The deer likely had a name, because all things do. I am certain that if the deer was killed, or that it suffered, that God suffered along with it. That is his nature. God does not create something, and then forget about it. The point I am trying to make, is that every interaction that I have with the creations that God has made, matters in some way. I don’t believe that there are actions without results, or decisions without consequences. Perhaps the life purpose of that deer was to remind me of this. I hope not.