Tyler Hunt

I had a conversation with my dad last night. He said to me, “You need to have a plan.” I responded, “Why?”

I’m not going to deny that a plan wouldn’t help my life. With graduation only a couple weeks away, it would make sense to know the general direction in which I’m heading. Yet, for the past month, all I keep hearing is that God has made us to be wild, as he is wild. Not wild as in reckless, but wild as in untamed. And this plan my father wants me to formulate is surely more along the lines of doing whatever it takes to live the American dream: a house, a wife, and 2.5 kids. Somehow I don’t think that’s what God had in mind for his children. That’s not living, it’s settling for an existence.

So for now, I feel like my plan should be to have no plan. After all, Peter and Andrew didn’t, as Matthew 4 tells us:

¹⁸One day as Jesus was walking along the shore beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers—Simon, also called Peter, and Andrew—fishing with a net, for they were commercial fishermen. ¹⁹Jesus called out to them, “Come, be my disciples, and I will show you how to fish for people!” ²⁰And they left their nets at once and went with him.

Notice Jesus didn’t say, “Peter, Andrew, here’s an itinerary of where I’m going for the next three years, with addresses and phone number so your family can stay in touch with you. And here’s a calendar of events that I’ve got planned. If it looks like something you might be interested in, come, be my disciples.” He simply said “Come,” and they did.