So many thoughts swirling around in my head.
This past Sunday in Sunday school we were talking about Jesus calming the storm. You know, when He was asleep in the boat and the disciples were having a panic attack. They accused Jesus of not caring whether or not they perished. Don't you just want to say, "Get a clue, men! His caring is the very reason He came to save your sorry carcas!"
I want to condemn the disciples for being stupid. Hello! That's God. But I can't because to accuse them of being stupid is to accuse myself of being stupid. They did not have the full picture. They didn't know, didn't really believe Jesus was God. What I read as history, they lived. I see it all, they saw only in part.
I know Jesus is indeed God because I have the whole Bible. But how many times do I think I have to wake Jesus up because He's asleep in the boat and I'm about to perish?
How absolutely arrogant of me! To think the God of the universe is asleep and doesn't care that I'm in trouble. That I am somehow more powerful than He, so I need to wake Him up and make Him aware of the brevity of my situation.
I have realized how much I really hate the phrase, "God really showed up". God doesn't show up. God is. God never leaves. God never needs to show up. God. Is. Always. There. I think our brain is what really shows up. We finally get a picture of God.
We finally get our eyeballs off poor pitiful us long enough to see God work.
Also last Sunday, a little boy sitting with his grandparents, really hit his chin on the wooden back of my pew. His grandma took him and when they came back in I heard her say, "Don't hang on to that. You could get hurt again."
His response?
"That's okay, Grandma, I'll just hang on right here." I chuckled to myself before I realized how often I say that to God. He says to let go and I say, "that's okay I'll just hang on to this."
Most of the time, I've realized, the pain is not in letting go, but in hanging on.
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Great post!!