Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Submission

Tonight was amazing, we sponsored this panel discussion on the topic, "Who is responsible for Katrina". It all boiled down to the fact that God is ultimately responsible for it, and if He is responsible can He be good? One professor said yes and that God has purposes that we can never fathom and the other guy of course said no and that God was a monster he'd never invite into his living room. He also demanded that God give an account for His actions. It was crazy,as I listened to the God-hater guy I really felt my heart drawn to his argument. I completely understood why people would think that God was evil. I mean He creates people specifically for destruction. I think I've been wrestling with this whole concept since I've been here in Montevallo but I just didn't want to admit it. My flesh flares up and wants to call God into account for every death, every rape, every child who starves to death or freezes to death because He's the only one that has the power to stop it all and He doesn't. I was thinking about all this stuff while I was walking to a bible study on campus and God hit me with it. I need to submit. He doesn't make this whole worshipping Him thing easy. He makes it hard, and mysterious, and seasoned with these crazy potholes that we can't wrap our brains around. I don't know why some people will spend eternity in hell and why I'm not one of them. It's just another opportunity to be humbled and realize the limits of my intelligence in respect to an all-knowing God. I'm dumb and I'll never be able to figure out the mind of the Lord and I really want to love Him.

But who are you, O man, to talk back to Go? "Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, 'Why did you make me like this?'Does not the potterhave the right to make out of the same lump of claysome pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

beautiful renee... i like seeing inside your mind. it's funny to think that only a short while ago, just through the walls you were writing this.