luke fifteen, verse twenty, the message.
"when he was still a long way off, his father saw him.
his heart pounding, he ran out,
embraced him, and kissed him."
this is not the way my parents projected their god nor
the way my imagination dictated him.
huh. i'm almost twenty-five, and i'm still
trying to create, trying to cremate god in my own image and
in the image of the men and women around me.
because i say i want a god whose heart pounds for me, whose
feet are bruised, whose love is what human love can never be:
satiety.
but i don't think i really want that.
because the following correlation--
the only logical reasoning that is left--
i surrender all.
(all being nothing but my pride, for i generally can't sing DeVenter's refrain
until i've hit rock bottom)
so god, become God to me as
that is the only way I can become i to the people i am
called, compelled (or not) to love.
I think we are all ever in the process of re/imagining the god and the faith (or lack there of) which was handed to us.
ReplyDeleteVery well written.
I Am. He is who He is regardless of what we think, want, need from Him. a glimpse of the hem of his robe ruined Isaiah. the immovable mountains we run shudder when He speaks. He doesn't need anyone. including you. but he desperately, desperately wants you, like a Father waiting for a lost child to return.
ReplyDeleteThe God of my mother was scaring me straight to Hell. The God i was making up, was sending me straight to hell! The God of the bible on the other hand, He is the one that saved me from myself! take care!
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