Fragile Jesus
—Or Fragile You?
If your god doesn’t go beyond, unprovoked...
If she’s not able to do infinitely beyond your wildest dreams...
If your imaginations are bigger than it can comprehend or possibly answer
Then it’s a question of the quality of deity-ness
How much of your god is actually a god
How much ichor runs in his veins?
Does he show restraint? Silence, not because of inertia in power but simply because he can wrestle his strength and keep it at bay?
Can he confront you?
Like a refiner sitting over molten gold,
Willing it to be pure, rare, holy.
Does he sit over your heart and the darkness in it?
Brooding, prodding, forming...
Calling light out of the dark?
Treasure out of vessels of clay?
Does your god wrestle with men?
Is he too holy, too distant to hear the rumbling thoughts that desecrate the silence of the mind?
Can he dirty his hands? Coming down to the depths of your struggle...
Does he let you see men as trees rather than men? Wood for the fire, wood for the house, or?
Does he present your smallness to you?
Smallness of mind, thought, action, or life?
Proof of your insignificance, less than nothing
But yet remains mindful of you?
Counting the hairs on your head, constantly wanting your companionship?
Does the sight of your god bring you to your knees? In fright, awe, and intense passion?
Do you like Dagon fall as a dead tree in the forest?
With or without an audience, you fall and remain there
Does your god whisper frightening things to you?
Wonders and marvels untouched by your imagination?
Telling a barren, age-stricken man to look at the sky
Bearing in mind the vastness, the sheer size of them, and then asks you for the impossible.
To count them, to give your Issac, to leave familiarity for the unknown.
Do you laugh in the absurdity of his promises to you, or does your god only give what other men can give?
I’ve recently re-understood the verse in the holy book that says:
Jeremiah 32:27 AMP
[27] “Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh; is there anything too difficult for Me?”
It’s both a statement and an invitation to test the heights, depths, breadth, and length of who he is.
He’s not scared of your questions or conditions
Afflictions of the heart, cruelties of the human condition, don’t dampen Him.
You were hurt and have bled for 30 years, on those who didn’t cut you
Perhaps you have sold your body for 30 pieces of silver, your soul to the ultimate evil
You’ve gone the way of sinners, of scoffers, you mocked and cheated and lied your way to where you are now,
Beyond the hem of his garment, he’ll give you his cloak, his coat, his signet ring.
My God will throw a feast, come as many times as you find yourself away.
He is the God of all flesh!
Nothing is too hard for him to do.
So, is your God fragile or you are?
Oh David, this is breathtakingly beautiful 🥹❤️
I've been reading it over and over again especially that part where you ask if I laugh at the absurdity of the promises of my God and I doooo, I even did today because how?? He just says some things and I am like — How's this even going to be possible? Don't you think we're aiming for too much?
But it is possible.
Is there anything too hard for him?
The God of all flesh!!!! Yesssss🥹