Making God

June 20, 2018

God, we’ve made you too small.

Too small to handle our problems and pain.

Too small to have the answers.

Too small to create new possibilities

      where all doors seem to be locked.

 

Our problems are big in our eyes.

They loom over us and speak defeat

   into our hearts and minds.

They tell us, “There is no good future

   for you.”

 

And your voice is silenced.

   because we believe the lie that says

   all hope is gone.

 

We’ve made you too small.

 

We’ve made you too boring, God.

We’ve heard that there’s life—

   real, amazing, abundant life in You,

But we don’t really believe that.

 

We listen to what our bodies say.

We listen to our cravings and desires.

And we determine that life is more fun

   when we give them what they want.

 

How could a life of self-control and

   healthy limitations be fun?

How could surrender and obedience

   lead to passion and feeling alive?

 

We don’t see how saying, “No,” to self

   can lead to “Yes.”

We don’t trust that You who created us

   know our potential and will lead us into

A life that causes our greatest potential to

   become reality.

 

We’ve made you too boring.

 

Oh, God, we’ve made you too nice.

We would much rather hear the message 

   that you want us to be happy and wealthy

   than the truth that what you really want 

   is for us to be holy.

But becoming holy means burning away 

   all that is unholy,

Taking the ax to the root and unapologetically

   killing unholy things like pride, anger, lust, greed.

 

All the things that keep us

   Self-centered

   Self-promoting

   Self-pitying

   Self-righteous

 

We’ll take your forgiveness.

We’ll let you bless us.

But will we let you

   strip us...

   sift us…

   purge us...

Hold us accountable?

 

We’ve made you too nice.

 

God, we’ve made you too angry.

We’re afraid of you.

Afraid that the way you’ll deal with us

   is to look down,

   point your finger at us and say,

“You don’t deserve love, or grace, or forgiveness.”

 

We’ve made you too judgmental

   of everyone we disagree with and dislike.

We take our judgements of others

   Our hate

   Our prejudice

   Our disgust

And decide that you agree with us,

And you become a god of

   wrath, and scorn, and terror.

 

We take your words and make them say

   what we want them to say.

We stifle you.

We limit you.

We shrink you down to a manageable size.

 

I am not exempt from these temptations.

   And when I do the same…

   When I refuse to let You be You...

All I am left with is a god that I have made

   

Too much like me.

 

 

 

Please reload

Recent Posts

November 2, 2019

October 18, 2019

Please reload

Archive

Please reload