Smoke in the Eyes

I always seem to sit downwind when I'm seated by a fire. Maybe it's my introverted nature, maybe it's just a sheer fact of life, maybe smoke just has the hots for me. All I know is that smoke and my eyes don't mix. I'm really trying to pull a spiritual lesson out of here somehow, because it seems like smoke in the eyes should be a Biblical metaphor for something. Anything. But the only thing I could think of was the passage I read yesterday from Isaiah about the destruction of Israel's enemies and persecutors. That would entail a lot of smoke.
K- and I were debating the origin of evil and the role of predestination. This is a hard topic because the Bible is rather unclear. God cannot be tempted (check the Book of James) and He is not pleased with evil. But never does it say that God did not make it. In a sense, God did make evil because He defined what was good. And yet he also did not desire to have the triumph of evil.
I suppose this all stems from Dr. P-'s books I've been reading on free will, predestination and warfare theology. It's all rather laughable now that I've read both sides of the argument. Both accuse the other of being heretics, of mixing Greek philosophy in with their theology, of deviating from "the clear truth" of Scripture. And yet I am convinced there is a truth out there, somewhere within the Biblical texts. God is not a god of obscurity and confusion, but a God of knowledge and order.
I'm enjoying seeing those little siblings of mine. The littlest two are always coming up with the rummest sayings, including long diatribes on things I discovered 15 years ago. I love it when they fall asleep. The little faces are so innocent and trusting it's hard not to love them.
And I really want to watch a movie with my oldest sister, so have a great day until I blog again.