“The alcoholic is like a tornado roaring his way through the lives of others.” (Page 82, Big Book)
Unconstrained air, subject to sufficient energy and propitious conditions, produces a tornado.
Constrained air, forced through a double reed, produces the cor anglais solo in a Dvořák symphony.
Same air—air is air.
The constraint of being directed by God looks like imprisonment. In a sense it is. But look at the effects:
1. I am freed from being subject to malign forces, for subject to forces I will be, anyway. I go from being destructive to constructive, with far less use of energy. An out-of-control person has only the illusion of agency.
2. Something useful can be done with me, and that usefulness is something I could not possibly have come up with myself. I am merely the material used; I originate nothing.