I am very thankful that God is patient with us
even in our short sighted rudeness.
I must confess that after the death of my son,
I spent quite a while telling God that he had
screwed-the-pooch, and decided
that we would talk later.
I mean, who is ever stupid enough to say,
“alright God, enough of this.
we are going to have it out right here
Well that person is never too far away or hard to locate,
all I had to do was look in the mirror.
But, that’s how you feel at the time.
It’s the Valley of the Shadow of death
where nothing is going according to your plan.
When we read psalm 23,
we like to think of our most wonderful selves
passively perhaps enduring some injustice
heaped upon us, undeserved and without our consent
And, we feel assured, in our martyrdom,
of some special favor at God’s right hand.
But I think, more often than not,
we are just rude, obnoxious children
kicking and screaming
the whole way.
But then, in the midst of it all
without any tone of judgment in his voice,
God pours his love out and we are resurrected yet again.
In spite of ourselves.