Is it weird that I am really getting into the book of Job recently? I just REALLY like it! I've been keeping up (fairly well) with the reading through the Bible in a year readings, and this last week we have entered the strange, and rather fantastical world of Job. Its a crazy story really. Here's this guy just walking along minding his own business and trying to do right and God's really blessed him. I mean, he has his shortcomings as a father obviously... whenever his kids get together to party he knows them well enough to fast and pray for them! (although my dad confessed a strange urge to do this at times when us kids get together too! but I think that's mostly because we tend to get a lil' rambunctious!)
As I often read my verses while I am at work, I get a lot of time to think about them, and not much time to journal on them, so sometimes I make a mental note to come back to a verse or passage later in the day.
The other night I did it in style.
Me, Jesus, popcorn chicken, and reese's ice cream atop the Cico Park hill.
The vast expanse of Kansas sky littered with shape-shifting clouds and the fading colors of a late summer's eve. It was essentially a small piece of heaven.
(I'm pretty sure in heaven there is manna that tastes like chicken...)
Anyway, as I have been reading in Job I can't help but coming back the person of Jesus all the time! I mean this was completely before Christ's time and yet every other word out of their mouths is riddled with the desire to have an arbitrator between them and God. (which for us... is namely Chirst!) Sometimes when I am reading this I really wonder to myself how much I really neglect to desire Christ in this way. That I forget how desperately I need someone to step between me and God and say, "Hey, look Man, I vouch for this one. She's with me." Its only through the amazing sacrifice of Christ's perfect life that I even have the chance to approach God and even dare to feel that I am able to talk to Him without fear and trepidation and mind-numbing quaking and completely and utterly being scared to death of being consumed with brimstone and fire! Yes, God came down and talked to Job, but Job never had the chance to experience the complete freedom with God that we have through Christ.
I think that sometimes I take that for granted. I fail to realize how really wonderfully I have it that I can know for certain that God does accept the peace offering that makes me right with Him. And I have complete freedom to run and jump in His lap, cuddle in His arms, and spill all my stupid little girl worries and joys. Knowing full well that He gathers them all with parental fondness and cherishes me and my silly, often stupid, completely immature, and sometimes dangerously fragile little heart.
I am sooooooo blessed.
I wish I could express how much.
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