Can we ever choose our own destination or are we just pawns in a grand game of chess at the hands of an omnipotent deity. Are your choices your choice? Or are they the inevitable product of nurture and nature colliding. It’s a question that literally keeps young theologians and philosophers up at night.
I’m not actually sure where this originally came from – it just popped up in deli.ci.ous. But it made me laugh.
