Imagine writing of your God. Imagine writing the words of your God. The very words of your God. The One you worship. The one you adore. The one you follow. The One to whom you have surrendered your living and dying. The one you hold as the Creator of All.
What a responsibility to hear correctly. To listen attentively. To remove any trace of mere “mortal” from those hallowed words. What a burden to clarify each letter, each mark of punctuation, each paragraph and alliteration. Imagine writing of your God. The words of your God. The very words your God spoke to you alone.
Can you imagine that? Could you accept that responsibility? Would you volunteer for such a burden? Would you rise up to speak the very words of this God so unique and personal to each?
I have heard those who fear. Who fear hearing as God speaks. Who tremble at the possibility of imagining God’s words rather than hearing the very words of God. Who think their relationship with their God too private to share publicly.
I have heard many reasons.
Yet I read so many blogs with God as the theme. I have attended so many services with God at their core. I have sung many hymns of praise, so many hymns of worship. I have recited creeds and I have actually preached the bible. And I have seen many live their lives for Christ. I see so many whose diaries are full of Kingdom Work. I know so many who life is the church and their professional relationship with God.
And yet …
I see so often a reluctance to share an intimacy of their own of God. I hear many reasons why their words of God are not heard clearly enough to share with others.
The post this morning was only about intimate relationship with “God”. About hearing the very “words of God”. About a relationship so personal and private it is way beyond worship. A relationship so real that it cannot be worship.
A relationship that is love. And like any relationship of love there are chosen moments to share.
So I wonder why we each find it easier to talk about words uttered 2000+ years ago than the moment you and He shared today. I wonder why so many find it easier to talk only of the bible and words written by those not even there so often. I wonder why we seem to choose isms and ologies rather than share the touches and whispers – those touches without movement and these words without sound.
If my God is only to be found in the bible then I have not found him at all. My bible is merely my personal gateway.
Because my God is to be found deep within every cell of my being. Every moment of awareness of every day. Every thought and ponder. Every word and reply. Every listening and not listening. Every quiet moment. And each loud moment drowning out all but life itself.
Why would I then choose to talk about a dry and dusty ism, a tedious and theoretical ology? Why would I choose that over the joy, the sorrow, the laughter and tears … the All of the God in you – who is the same God in me? So I wonder …
What is there to fear in talking of love?
“Unless you fear love itself.”