I had a rough evening last night, not that anybody would know it. The struggle was not external but rather internal and it had to do with my questioning God. I know He’s omnipotent and omniscient but couldn’t He at least give me some hints? This is nothing new to me and it probably isn’t to you either. How many times do we try to tell God what He needs to do?
I came across this article this morning and I really needed to hear the message. Maybe you do to.
From the Blazing Center:
I’m pretty sure that they were drunk.
Or at least well on their way to being drunk. I personally witnessed both of them consume two large beers, and it seems possible, even likely, that they had sucked down more than that…
As I sat behind them and listened, I couldn’t help but laugh. Here were two, middle-aged, slightly drunk women giving advice to some of the best athletes in the world, and screaming at them when their performance wasn’t up to par. And I’ve done the same thing. I’ve yelled at my television, telling LeBron James to, “…just shoot the ball!” and Ben Roethlisberger to, “…get rid of it!” When I think about it, it’s absurd. The middle-aged ladies could never do what professional baseball players do, and neither could I.
Now, if it’s utterly ridiculous for me to judge a professional athlete, how much more absurd is it for me to judge God?
There are many times when I question God’s ways. When I wonder if God really knows what he’s doing. When I think I could do a better job than God when it comes to ruling the universe and ruling my life. If God knew what he were doing, he wouldn’t let me get sick yet again. He wouldn’t let my budget get tight. He wouldn’t…
Isaiah 55:8 says:
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
God knows what he’s doing. His ways are not my ways and his thoughts are not my thoughts. He is God and he is good and he is faithful to me. I may not understand him, but then again, that’s what I should expect. After all, I’m clay and he’s the potter. The potter doesn’t need to explain himself to the clay.
It’s not right for drunk ladies to judge professional athletes, and it’s not right for little people like me to judge God. Lord, help me be humble before your wisdom.
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