I was in the last years of the draft lottery and my number was 283. All 366 possible birth dates were placed in plastic capsules in a rotating drum and were selected one by one. No one born on June 11, 1952, was drafted. Having three brothers and a sister who have served our country has haunted me. The fact that some born in 1952 died in Viet Nam also gives me pause. However, I remind myself that I didn’t do anything to stop myself from going in or staying out. It was the draw.
How do you explain these life events? Is it time and chance? Luck of the draw? Jupiter happens to align with Mars or something spiritual?
I have to balance that between two verses:
Matthew 5:45
that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.
Psalm 23:6
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.
Give it some thought.
Gary