The family of goldfinches crest over the roof above my head. Their -V- of flight dismantles as they land branch by branch in the green, bright yellow coloring invisible to my eye.
Morning has begun.
The world wakes up and it is always the birds’ job to tell me so, messengers flinging notes aloft–I catch their song, hear them say, “He’s here, He’s here, He’s here.”
How high the sky, how vast this green cathedral before me, a wonder-filled creation, mammoth avian playground.
My world-sized God made this sky, these trees, their song. He fashioned the finches, daily feeds the glittering hummingbird and gives seed to the robins in my view.
Sometimes I forget how big He is.
This same grand God that has spoken birds into being and has called trees forth towards a towering sky–this God, whose word in his son Jesus has survived centuries–this God will have the last word.
I’ve worried at the weight of darkness that has blinded so many this week.
The words of three women and two men who decided to make a law against God and called it a victory.
I want to speak instead of beauty, remark on creation, point to the birds and the trees and the sky–cast your gaze up there and you’ll forget the lies and deception because you will reach for the light.
But some people can’t see it.
They will ignore the obvious–a hole has opened up in the land and we are falling in.
I can’t ignore the hole-I will shout to the world as they march to the edge, “He’s here, He’s here, He’s here.”
You have to pay attention.
This will not end well.
There will be loss.
As I shout–well, I’ll speak in whispers if I must–I’ll remember–my God’s power is stronger than the words of any mere men.
Maybe this cataclysm of thought will shake up our comfortable Christian church. People are reading their Bibles more. They are seeking truth. Maybe we’ll get some fire in us to speak about what we believe in. (My friend Marc thinks so.)
Maybe the outcome isn’t as bad as we think….though time will tell. The last few words of the document insures First Amendment rights will be protected. Churches and pastors are safe. For now.
Neither should we.
I want to thank my friends Pastor Marc Schelske and writer/lawyer Seth Haines for their input last week while I was processing this. You can read our Facebook conversation here.
5 thoughts on “When Your God is too Small”
It really is all about perspective, isn't it? I just need to keep reminding myself–we serve a powerful God. Thanks for your thoughts.
Thank you for that paragraph of great hope, just before your closing scripture. The juxtaposition of God's greatest work out of chaos, the explosion of faith amidst persecution, etc. strongly proves your last point: He will not be overcome! Hallelujah! So appreciate that affirmation, Jody.
Oh, nature and Creation are the best perspective-adjusters….. 🙂
Thank you for this lovely picture of His ultimate power and authority. I think I can relax and worship with the finches now, my friend…
Good word, friend.