Waiting for the Sudoku Moment

Walking on the road of faith until momentum takes the wheel.

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The puzzle stared up at me from the Sunday newspaper, quietly brooding between the word search and the crossword puzzle. I’d already completed those. Now, this mysterious, perfectly square grid, with its 81 boxes — nine groups of nine, all nestled on top of one another — stood there silently waiting.

I never loved Sudoku. Something about seeing those seemingly random numbers — like rogue glyphs in a field of endless white — strewn across that barren grid gave me a bit of unease.

Much like this strange little puzzle, I couldn’t help but think that this is how most things begin. You’re standing in a blizzard of white that can leave you snow-blind. You want to start something new, but there’s not much to go on, and it all seems so daunting. So why bother? Like the painter’s blank canvas that stands there bone-dry or the writer’s empty page that flutters hauntingly in the breeze, thirsty for fresh ink.

But deep down, you know there’s something to be uncovered, and something keeps tapping you on the shoulder to begin. That’s the beauty of this game and any other new endeavour in life. An underlying logic binds it together, just waiting to be uncovered.