"Why do you trust me so much, when I trust you so little?"
This is a question I asked our Father recently. His answer, as they always do spoke to affirm and encourage me, and brought me to my knees.
In asking if God can be trusted, you must first point the finger back at self. You need to take stock, let the Spirit search you out, and speak.
Henri Nouwen in His book Can you drink the Cup said that "a life that is not reflected upon isnt worth living... half of living is reflecting on what is being lived."
So lets reflect.
This is a question I asked our Father recently. His answer, as they always do spoke to affirm and encourage me, and brought me to my knees.
In asking if God can be trusted, you must first point the finger back at self. You need to take stock, let the Spirit search you out, and speak.
Henri Nouwen in His book Can you drink the Cup said that "a life that is not reflected upon isnt worth living... half of living is reflecting on what is being lived."
So lets reflect.
Has God earned my trust? Have I earned His? Can I be trusted? Is my trust worth earning? Does He trust me? Is earning my trust worth it to Him?
This first question cuts to the heart of hearts within one self. It exposes false beliefs and selfish motive. You can always recognise someone that asks this question. The person that cannot trust, must control. They must hold tightly to what is not theirs to hold onto. They demand respect, and use their authority poorly on those that follow.
This first question forgets that God is God and man is man. That man comes to this earth with empty hands and leaves the same way. That all things live and breath and have their being through their maker.
This question extends beyond the reach of your skin, beyond your home, your friends, your community. It is a question that spans all of humanity. It is bigger than you.
The correct question, even when there are never any wrong questions to ask is should I have been trusted? Can I be trusted? The answer to that question is simple in a fallen world. In a world where children die from starvation with parents that have sold them into slavery. In a world where we watch television in our warm homes to be entertained while a mother of 6 has just finished a two day journey to retrieve disease ridden water for her family.
Can we be trusted? Can humanity be trusted? No. I would say we are doing a pretty lousy job of caring for all of what God has trusted us with... and yet He continues to trust.
Definition of trust: the most innocent, beautiful being... a baby placed into the darkness of a young ladies womb. Heavens pride and glory wrapped in dirty clothes placed in a feeding trough where animals live. Perfection given a name, given skin and bones, being confined in human form, to bring freedom.
Does God trust us? Strangely enough He does. Sent to us as a baby, God had us care for His own son. This might be like me entrusting an ant to look after one of my children. It does not make human sense. Do I trust an ant?
Father, why do you trust us so much, when we trust you so little? Gods answer, His joy filled, tear stained eyes answer to us, as believers and His children:
"I trust you because I have seen you on the other side."
He trusts us because He knows the story from beginning to the end. The love of the father for his perfect bride expands beyond the temporary, the here and now.
Can He be trusted? More than any other thing given or known. He can.
Can we be trusted? Ask this question to the tiny figure laying in a feeding tough, covered in humanity, quivering lips, unfocused eyes. Can I be trusted? and looking into His endless loving eyes, smelling the newborness of eternity, a whisper from Heaven will bring you to your knees and give you your hearts greatest calling.
This first question cuts to the heart of hearts within one self. It exposes false beliefs and selfish motive. You can always recognise someone that asks this question. The person that cannot trust, must control. They must hold tightly to what is not theirs to hold onto. They demand respect, and use their authority poorly on those that follow.
This first question forgets that God is God and man is man. That man comes to this earth with empty hands and leaves the same way. That all things live and breath and have their being through their maker.
This question extends beyond the reach of your skin, beyond your home, your friends, your community. It is a question that spans all of humanity. It is bigger than you.
The correct question, even when there are never any wrong questions to ask is should I have been trusted? Can I be trusted? The answer to that question is simple in a fallen world. In a world where children die from starvation with parents that have sold them into slavery. In a world where we watch television in our warm homes to be entertained while a mother of 6 has just finished a two day journey to retrieve disease ridden water for her family.
Can we be trusted? Can humanity be trusted? No. I would say we are doing a pretty lousy job of caring for all of what God has trusted us with... and yet He continues to trust.
Definition of trust: the most innocent, beautiful being... a baby placed into the darkness of a young ladies womb. Heavens pride and glory wrapped in dirty clothes placed in a feeding trough where animals live. Perfection given a name, given skin and bones, being confined in human form, to bring freedom.
Does God trust us? Strangely enough He does. Sent to us as a baby, God had us care for His own son. This might be like me entrusting an ant to look after one of my children. It does not make human sense. Do I trust an ant?
Father, why do you trust us so much, when we trust you so little? Gods answer, His joy filled, tear stained eyes answer to us, as believers and His children:
"I trust you because I have seen you on the other side."
He trusts us because He knows the story from beginning to the end. The love of the father for his perfect bride expands beyond the temporary, the here and now.
Can He be trusted? More than any other thing given or known. He can.
Can we be trusted? Ask this question to the tiny figure laying in a feeding tough, covered in humanity, quivering lips, unfocused eyes. Can I be trusted? and looking into His endless loving eyes, smelling the newborness of eternity, a whisper from Heaven will bring you to your knees and give you your hearts greatest calling.
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