My nephrectomy account, above, demonstrates we are not talking about our libertarian free will. God chose for me to get cancer and directed the mutations in my cells. Am I upset at him? Hardly. The timing of it and the accompanying co-instants were wonderful. He loves me, and he knows I am delighted with his displays of immanence, intervention and sovereignty over time and place, timing and placing, including the when and where of mutations in my DNA. It is not for nothing that I label myself as an ‘evolutionary providentialist.’ What did my choice have to do with it? Zip, zilch and nada. Am I an automaton? Hardly. I choose to praise him – my heart gives me no choice. 