Tuesday, December 18, 2012

How big is God?


Good Morning everyone. It’s 5:30 in the morning and I just remembered I was supposed to post today. I had been thinking about my topic yesterday and with all the Christmas stuff and family stuff going on, just hadn’t sat down to write it.

I know everyone is still reeling from Friday’s massacre. Every time I think about it, I want to weep. And I know many people are saying, “How could God allow such a thing?” and “Where was God when this was happening?” Well, frankly, I don’t know, I just know he was there with those children and the adults who tried to save them. And while I don't know about the adults, I do know that those children are with him. (I suspect the adults are too, but that's not for me to say...)

Killing children? I don’t understand it and I probably won’t until I get to heaven and ask Him. But I was reading a blog post the other day by my friend Edie Melson and she had one line in her post that has stuck with me and made me go, “Yes!”

“If my God is small enough to understand, He’s not big enough for me to worship.”

Amen?

My mother-in-law sent me this poem and I thought I would share it with you. There’s been some controversy on who actually wrote it, but I wanted to share it anyway.  

twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.
they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
"where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
"this is heaven." declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house."

when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"
"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"
"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"

then He and the children stood up without a sound.
"come now my children, let me show you around."
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
"in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."

We serve a BIG and MIGHTY God, we serve a God who allows us free will, to choose Him or reject Him. We serve a God who is too big to fully understand. And I’m okay with that. Are you?

6 comments:

Marianne said...

Thanks Lynette...the poem is lovely and puts another picture in place.

Merrillee said...

Lynette, thanks for sharing the poem.

Christine Johnson said...

Amen! Thank you, Lynette, for sharing this poem.

Leann said...

I had tears in my eyes. All I could think of was all those precious children were in God's hands. Pray for the parents, that God will comfort them, too.

Louise M. Gouge said...

Thanks for posting that poem, Lynette. It's incredibly beautiful and touching.

HAHA said...

Very thought provoking. Thanks for posting it.