Blogging Towards Sunday, March 20th
The word of this text makes me wonder about where I limit God. Where do I think God is? How do I think that God acts? More often than not, my conceptions are based on my wants, dreams, fears and personal baggage, more than on the belief in a living, risky, wild and somewhat dangerous Divinity who calls all of us to life without slavery, dependence, addiction and limitation. Where is the Spirit of God maybe inviting you to leave behind your inner Nicodemus?; to risk the open road like Abraham and Sarah?; to leave behind the limitations that we place upon God, each other, and ourselves?
I think of the catastrophes in Japan - earthquake, tsunami, nuclear accident - and I wonder where is God in all of this? How can God make or let this happen? Maybe what I should be thinking is more along the lines of the journey - how is God acting to bring healing, inviting me to stand up in solidarity, or challenging me to love wildly and riskily? The Celtic Tradition of Christianity envisioned the Spirit of God as a wild goose - untameable and unpredictable, disturber and comforter. Why do we so often envision God as an old guy sitting on a chair in heaven throwing down lighting bolts? Maybe the first step in the challenge of faith is coming to grips with what image of God we put our faith in?