How do you cope, what do you say when God isn’t?
Yes, that’s the question, what then when God isn’t God?
I am getting ready to celebrate the two year anniversary of my 49th birthday.
If you can’t figure that out, it means I’m almost 51.
I don’t feel old, act old, or look old. In fact, I am one good looking man. Right Becki? Becki?
Smiling with you before we go a bit deeper.
The point isn’t my age or what I look like…
The point is the culture in which I live.
I am a Burger King guy in a Burger King world. Not so much the actual burgers themselves, but I have grown up and matured in a culture that has told me I could have it my own way. Every time. All the time.
Like most people in the American context, we want what we want and we demand it our way… or else.
And in our thinking, that’s the way it works in a God context as well. Man is made in the image of God–and we turn around and make God in ours.
In my mind, God is like my Father. He is my protector, fixer, helper, and validater (ok, validater is not a word, but I needed the tense and couldn’t say validates). I have meaning because God says it and proves it doing the things a father does.
Until He doesn’t.
My expectations of God are not that difficult. Not for an all powerful, ever present God. Especially considering we had a deal.
I serve Him. He protects me and mine.
Until He didn’t.
I never knew until I did how many other people have such questions. Such pain. Such anger. Such doubt about how He choses to work or not in our lives.
Since I started writing Desperately Wanting To Believe Again, my email is dinged daily from people who struggle just like I do.
People who are bitterly disappointed in God. People who cannot understand how a loving Father God sits idly by and does nothing. People who are on the ragged edge of ever believing and trusting in Him again.
If it were you, could you really blame us? If you had to walk in our shoes, would your faith take a hit?
Please, please quit telling us how God has a plan. Really? God’s plan was a brutal double homicide? Or cancer? Or suicide?
This isn’t really about how disappointed we are in God. I am. We are. And He knows it.
He would have to be deaf and blind or zoned out to not know.
But that’s not the only way we have made God in our image. We have this expectation of answers here. Answers now. Answers that make sense and give us hope.
Sadly, those answers are not always forthcoming–and we are not completely capable of understanding.
It is hard when God isn’t God. At least the God we have come to demand and expect.
So what then when God isn’t?
That’s the conundrum of faith.
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. (1Corinthians 13:12, NIV)
Faith is a journey some of us limp on…
Where are your faith struggles?