October 21, 2012

Gentle God

I cannot believe how gentle Jesus is. The Lord of Heaven, the one of whom the angels sing infinite “holies,” the God of thunder — not only does he speak (mercy enough), but he speaks in a still, small voice. Who would have guessed?

I’m not always a soft person: I am dry, blunt, and sometimes even harsh. I think part of me expects Jesus to give me back what I dish out — I should be able to take it, after all. And don’t I fail him every day? Don’t I succumb to silly fears? Don’t I indulge my rebel heart? My own response to my constant shortcomings is something like, “Erin, come on. Seriously? Get it together.” I know I have no excuse for my disobedience or my lack of trust in him. If I were God, I would grab me by the shoulders and shake me.