In general, I don’t mind letting God have control over my life, as long as I can keep one hand on the brake in case of emergency, like the terrified parent of a teenager learning to drive. Life can be a strange amusement park ride, one that takes you around corners and in odd directions that don’t look or feel right, at least to begin with, and I want to be able to tap the breaks so that I can turn around and ask God, “Are you sure about this tunnel? Why do we need to flip up