"Pastor Wood? Jennipher Semmes is here to see you."
"Send her in."
Pastor Wood's office was, in a word, cozy. The wooden bookcases held a copious number of books on (of course) faith and Christianity, his office plants thrived, and it was always the "right" temperature. Pastor Wood himself was a jovial man, a bit overweight, thinning hair, and a huge sincere smile on his face.
"Jennipher! What can I do for you today?"
"Hey, Pastor Wood. It's been a rough few days for me."
"I'm here to help. What's going on? Youth Group giving you trouble?"
"No, the girls are great. It's just that - this is a tough one."
"Take your time."
After a deep breath, Jennifer steeled herself. "How much of life is predetermined?"
Pastor Wood's eyebrows shot up. "That's a pretty deep question."
Jen remained silent.
"It's something that people have been wrestling with since the dawn of man, and let me stress that scholars differ on the matter."
"I'd like to hear as much as possible."
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