I’m in a dressing room standing in a circle of old friends reciting the Our Father and toasting with sambuca just before we all go onstage. And I feel as though I’m in God’s will. (Just maybe I am able to use that phrase again.)
I remember being taught that God’s will was a kind of "fate," a pattern, that needed to be submitted to. I can’t believe that anymore. Perhaps underneath I never did believe it.
What I believe now is harder to believe and can really only be believed when acted upon. That is, that God’s will is a creative act in us, retrieved in us through our cooperation, that brings into the world an entirely new thing that a pattern could not have foreseen.