Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Our Amazing, Everyday God


God.  Even just writing the name seems like I should blow it up, put it in italics, and make it bold.   

GOD!
Yes, much better.  

In a way, this is exactly how it should be.  If we thought about God's name this way all the time imagine how things would change.  If we put this much emphasis on making sure that we held everything to do with God as holy, then we might not hear His name used in vain so much.   Would we feel a little more special when we bowed our heads and called out, "God, my God..."?

I think sometimes we forget who we have the privilege of calling on, and serving, and calling Father.  I think we forget the awe that should come by communicating to the One who called out into the darkness and created everything.  When we speak it's not just God that listens.  It's  God that listens.  It's the hands that split the Red Sea, the voice that shattered the walls at Jerricho, The God that tilted the earth to the perfect angle.  A half degree one way we freeze, a half degree the other way we fry.  God is amazing!

It would be so easy for us to get caught up in this greatness and believe that we couldn't access a God like that.  It would be easy to reason that a God who deals in such gigantic absolutes doesn't have time for little ole' me.  Then we remember Jesus.  As much as God calls for caps and magnitude, Jesus calls for a breathless gasp of awe, a whisper of almost unbelief, that unspoken, "it's really him" tone in our voice.

Why?  Because he could have done anything.  God incarnate!  With a word, "Angels", and winged creatures would have swooped down with a ferocity that no Sci-Fi flick could duplicate, no CGI could mimic.  With a whisper, He could have laid waist to the Romans.  He could have flung the nails that pierced his hands past the edge of eternity.  He could have done all this, but he didn't, that's why the all but silent awe.  That's why God is not unreachable.  He put on skin, he dwelled with us.  He cried when his friend died, he laughed when his friends acted stupid by a midnight fire by the Sea.  

The greatest mystery of our faith is not creation, or the flood, or the miracles of Jesus.  The greatest mystery of our faith is why Jesus?  Why such a good man, a perfect man, had to die for us.  There are a lot of theological answers that can be proven by study of the Old Testament and New Testament fulfillment.  But today, today I submit that wrapped inside these other complicated reasons, is a simple one.  We needed a way to make God reachable.  That way is through the very welcoming and reachable Jesus.


Matthew 7:7-8

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. 


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