Thinking about God in Reverse
So, let me get this straight –
You have an idea — just some whim, a plan, a schedule — a notion of maybe a pattern by which you can live your life. Maybe it’s that all the things that involve even numbers are good or something.
You check out your plan — you apply it to your life — you notice that it seems to have some consistency — but maybe there are times when it doesn’t apply… so you modify it — you extrapolate to the point that you give your new system a personality — resolving that this system sometimes judges you and finds you not valid enough to apply the magic of even numbers — you’ve sinned against your system — but otherwise, it’s consistent.
Now, in your magic system with even numbers, basically any situation is covered — when things are good, and the even numbers are present — you attribute it to the magic … life is balanced — when things are bad, and it’s all odd numbers — you’re sad, but somehow comforted because at least the system is still true — there’s a rationality to the universe.
You even go so far as to display faithfulness — when things are good and you have odd numbers — you realize it’s a false goodness — a prideful gain and you rebuke it for the temptation that it is — when things are bad and it’s all even numbers — you fall back to realizing that you’ve turned away from the numbers — not the other way around.
So, you’ve got a system that meets you and greets you when you wake up in the morning, helps you go through the times of confusion and trial — and even promises to give you a sense of protection and sensibility when you’re overwhelmed.
Then a man walks up, puts a gun to your head and demands you to rebuke the numbers.
I’m just having trouble believing that you’d rather die than let go of your plan … even though it’s a nice pattern and it works for you — would you REALLY die for it?
The reality is that there are many people who, when tested, just can’t stand up to their faith — because their faith is based on THEIR ability to generate an understanding.
True Christian Faith is based upon meeting the person — coming face-to-face in the Spirit with Jesus Christ and learning that He is real.
I’m not looking for God — He’s a friend of mine.
A ball, a wall — Panama
A man throws a ball against the wall.
David thew the orb at his barrier.
The ball flew from his hand, striking the wall.
His rage, his life, his desire to be free — they filled the ball as he let it go, making it fly, giving it a momentary life as it hurtled towards the wall, where it stopped and died, until repentance.
Dave let the ball loose and it struck the wall.
Peter built a wall that wouldn’t move, even for a ball, even for David.
Rubber has an elasticity that not only stretches, it compresses, it refuses it for long, but it compresses — and the ball that David had thrown did that, momentarily, when it struck the wall.
An orb, a sphere, an intent — made by man, sent by man towards a plane of resistance, made by man, set by man long before the moment of will.
I threw the ball, it hit the wall.
The wall didn’t care.