Is God real?
(I for one sure as heck hope He is)
I think sometimes we have the odd day when this question haunts our thoughts and we encounter doubt and questioning. I guess this can be caused by trouble or pain or strife or some such. But I don't really want to dwell too much on the proofs of God and the logical arguments for the existence of God as we know Him.
The question i want to ask is 'Is God real?' in the sense of 'Can I be real with Him?'
You see, Most of us know that God is lovely and awesome and kind and generous and compassionate and forgiving and peaceloving and holy and sinless and kingly and lordly and fatherly and mighty to save and full of life and wise and guiding and wispering and shouting and praise-worthy and reigning and majestic and wot not but how many of us know that He is real.
Do i really think that this God could be real with and to me.
Sometimes, i think i read about God as if He was a fairy tale.
"Once upon a time there was a wicked devil called Satan and he attempted to rule the world with hate and anger. However, before the nasty Satan could achieve his plans a wonderful Hero called Jesus joined with His friends, Father and Holy Spirit and won a wonderful victory and they all lived happily ever after for all eternity"
On a good day I think i might try to translate this fairytale into reality. I take the above story and then finish it with "Thankyou Jesus for being my Hero" or "Holy Spirit, teach me how to make your kingdom lovely"
No, seriously now...
Too often i forget that God wants me to be real with him in response to how he has been real with me.
You see, there are elements of truth to the story - there is evil in the world, it does attempt to rule and reign, it was beaten by Jesus death and resurrection and there is the opurtunity to live for all eternity in communion with God. But the point is, I think I make this such a make-believe environment that the words I say to God and how I react to God just come from some sort of make-believe me.
I forget about the reality of God.
He is a God of emotion...
He get's angry and happy and loving and I guess he cries sometimes and laughs at other times and thinks that i'm silly sometimes and then loves me anyway and then thinks of the dreams he has for me and then gets excited and wants to tell me about stuff and so he waits with baited breath for the 10 minutes before bed time when he knows I'll make time to hang out a bit and then when I turn up in his court room all he gets is a whole load of religious jargon and christianess expressed with pecial elloquence with the emotion metticulously removed...
Ok, slight exageration.
See, I think i want to be someone who experiences the reality of God and then expresses the reality of who I am in response to this revealed reality. (I understand that I'm never going to know the 'full' reality of who God is)
Let him see the roar pain of my laments and the overflowing joy of my happiness. Complain about the rough-ness and give thanks for the gifts. Give glory to the king and then hug him like a father.
He's my God. He already knows the messy details. He made me with them. I think I'll stop hiding them from Him and remember what it means to have a real relationship with Him again.
Oh, I do know about His Holiness and the 'Awe' of God too. I pray in all honesty and deep sincerity that i will get to understand and respond to this more too. (It's stupidly hard not to make this last sentence sound dreadfully sarcastic but it's really not supposed to be!)
