Mystical, but not so Mystical
This morning I was spending time praying by the fireplace, focusing on how I may have shortchanged my son in teaching a certain spiritual aspect of his faith, and now it is affecting him.
My inclination was to ask God to meet him there in Seattle where he now lives. I would pray and God would still teach him this lesson. Maybe God would send him another “father” or two.
And then, I was surprised by my emotion. I didn’t WANT another “father” to teach him. I wanted to be his father! I’ll pray, and I’ll send letters. I was… jealous.
Sometimes people don’t understand the “emotions” of God the Father. I use quotes because we feel so far removed, and don’t feel comfortable comparing God with what we know of ourselves. But when we come to terms that we were made in GOD’S image, not His in ours, it makes our understanding more palatable.
Sometimes God isn’t so hard to understand, not so mystical and not so far away. I will never comprehend Him completely, at least not on this side of life, but that doesn’t mean I understand none of Him.
