How many … how much … When?
Who … what … Where?
This long … this high … Why?
No more than … no less than … Who?
Days … nights … heartbeats … How?
We are a being of the finite.
Living in the infinite.
We live in the finite.
Fearing the infinite.
The Jewish bible, the Old Testament bible, is full of man hearing God’s measurements for mankind: this high, this wide, this many, that many, no more than, no less than, each and every, until …
The infinite being defined by the finite.
Numbers matter to mankind of the God of the bible. And the lesson is learned well. Every facet of living is measured and judged. Every thought and action is defined and approved. Man has made the God of the infinite … finite. And in making “all finite” also makes all slaves to life and living and death and eternity. The counters of the finite rule the infinite. And the infinite is subservient to the finite.
Prophets warn. Prophets wail. Prophets hope. Prophets come and go. The infinite remains subservient to the finite of the counters. And then God Soft Hands Jesus.
It is written but I say.
Not this many but the infinite.
Not when but right now.
Not who but why not.
Not by measure of counting but by love unconditional.
Then is now and now is forever.
Count no more.
It is written.
BUT I SAY!
The finite no longer rules the infinite.
The infinite no longer rules the finite.
Love without condition or measure “is”.
I am a follower of love. Love without condition. But my whole being measures love.
How conditional is my love still? More or less conditional than yesterday? More or less conditional than before? Am I nearing unconditional or still a way to go? Am I following closely enough? How many times do I follow closely? What is closely – how do I measure closely? What in unconditional – how do I measure unconditional?
I am wrong. I still wish the finite to rule the infinite.
I see that in very atom of “Christian”.
The measure of sin or no sin, the measure of love or no love, the measure of forgiveness, of grace, of journey, of each day, of each second, of each life, of each saved soul, of each lost soul, of each church emptying or filling, of each collection plate full or bare, of each prayer and how to pray, of each fellowship and what each got, of each service and how to worship, of each verse and what it means, of who we love and how we love … and who we do not love like others and how we should not love some like others.
Unconditional love … cannot be measured.
Yet we look at the cross and measure. We look at God-made-man and measure. We listen to the Jesus of “7 x 70” and think “Too much!” We measure the parables, the miracles, the healings, the resurrections … the “evidence”. We still measure the infinite in the finite. We still want to count. We still need to measure.
We still don’t get it.
We say we are happy to bless a same sex relationship
But not as “proper marriage”.
That is not correct
Or of God
We cannot and we must not.
We still make the infinite finite. We still measure love conditionally and think it the unconditional love of the infinite. We are apologetic and blame it on us being sinners saved. And all the while we will not put down our religious measuring tapes and church institution counting equipment.
I was taught that the cross is a doorway to heaven. That no one comes to the Father but through Me. That I must be saved. That I am saved. That I must save others. If they fit the definition of the finite. If the finite rules the infinite. Seems to me that measuring and counting the rights and wrongs of “same sex relationships” is so very very OT. So very very finite. So very very conditional. Just like we have made the cross. Just like we make God made man. Just like we count each Christian.
Why do we still want to count?
Why do we still need to measure?
Why do we still not want to get it?