Questions

I asked God some questions this past week.  What I understand from reading Job, that’s a pretty scary thing to do.  I knew what I should think, but I didn’t want to just hear that.  I thought about what my answer would be to someone else asking that big “why?” question.  Then, I continued to inquire, “God, where were you when I was suffering and believing those lies?  Where.  Were.  You.”

 I could suddenly relate to a person that refuses to believe in God because they don’t understand why or where God was when they were abused as a child.  Some are stripped of their innocence or affected by drugs and alcohol abuse without any cause of their own.  In my case though, being affected by insecurities and lies from childhood are typical in this world and others peoples’ situations are far worse.  As I was asking those questions and wrestling with God, I sort of expected a reprimand from Him.  I thought I would get the answer that I need to accept that we are a wicked human race, and so on and so forth.  That's true so I expected the “deal with it” answer.  However, in this process I felt a very different approach from the Father.

The cool part about God is that He’s okay with wrestling with us.  I recently heard a sermon on God wrestling with Jacob in the Old Testament.  God chose to wrestle with him all night because He wanted a relationship with him.  In the same way He could have washed His hands of the whole world once we chose to reject Him, but instead our God got involved.  He didn’t care about the cost because Jesus was on the cross when I was feeling the weight of sin on my life.  He wasn’t at a far off place.  He was right there, reconciling me unto Himself. 

“that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men's sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.”—2 Corinthians 5:19