A pastor and fellow blogger, Matthew Winters, observed that, in the midst of “One of Those Weeks” recently, he could see God “in the unexpected.” I couldn’t agree more! In fact, while reading Matthew’s post, I was struck by the fact that,
If we can’t see God in the unexpected, we can’t see him at all.
If your god is only there when you want him to be, and consistently performs as you expect him to, you’re probably worshipping a god of your own invention. In what conceivable universe would an infinite God be limited by the expectations of a finite, self-absorbed creature called [your-name-here]?
One particular cult puts central emphasis on the phrase, “’Come let us reason together” (Isaiah 1:18), pulling it out of context and insisting it means that if anything is beyond our understanding it cannot be true. I heartily beg to differ! One of the surest signs of a false religion is the degree to which it has its god pigeonholed.
Don’t get me wrong, I trust God completely, even when he stubbornly refuses to dance to the tunes I call. Actually, the guy whose judgments I don’t trust is finite, self-absorbed little me. I’ll take my Creator’s dangerous, unexpected, but ultimately loving decisions over mine in any universe you care to choose. Because, as C. S. Lewis famously said,
“He is not safe, but he is good.”