We humans are fickle creatures.
Who among the gods is like you, O Lord? the Israelites sing
In your unfailing love you will lead the people you have redeemed.
They had just watched God literally dry up the ocean for them, snatching them from the brink of certain destruction.
The Lord will reign forever and ever.
They raise their voices and celebrate. (Exodus 15)
And then Moses takes too long on the mountain and they get nervous.
They crave a god they can understand, one they can manage.
And so they melt their jewelry and make one for themselves.
Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord the crowd yells.
They have the Savior right here in their town, riding on a borrowed donkey.
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!
They sing and celebrate. (Luke 19)
And then five days later, they’ve turned angry.
Or maybe just terrified.
Calling Crucify him! while Pilate looks for a reason to acquit.
It’s true.
We humans are fickle creatures.
We get nervous. And terrified. And angry.
We crave a god we can understand, one we can manage.
But this is not the end of the story.
Not by a long shot.
Our God is not done with these fickle creatures that he created from dust.
Still he pursues his people, the Israelites.
Again and again showing his power and calling for their hearts.
Still he redeems the jeering crowd, suffering death and enduring hell to make them clean.
To draw them close.
I used to think that faith was a whole lot about me.
I’m learning that it’s a whole lot more about this powerful, unmanageable, pursuing God that I serve.
It’s less about me inviting him into my life and more about him inviting me into his.
It’s less about asking him to bless my plans and more about me getting on board with his.
I used to think that faith was a whole lot about me.
I’m learning that I still have a lot to discover about this powerful, unmanageable, pursuing God that I serve.