Some believe consistency is overrated (usually to cover their inconsistencies) but would not like it if their garbage was not collected each week, water did not flow from pipes on demand, or the sun rose randomly at the whim of a chaotic God. God built rhythm into his work and his outputs. Should our work inconsistencies then be excused as creativity, freedom or empowerment? When we work like God there is a certain, delightful consistency to aspects of our work and a wind-blowing nuance to others.
