What makes you think laughter is such an un-Divine thing?

Does God laugh? If so, what excites that reaction in Him? Is it us, like people say? Yes? Well what are we doing when He guffaws and is it a nice, joy-filled laughter or is it a harsh, sarcastic judgment that’s more like a snort? Does God laugh and is it something we can join in with Him?

I not only hope that this is so, I’ve experienced this to be the case in various times with Him. Having those moments together makes me want to have more. They have opened my heart to Him more as I have discovered a side of Him I never guessed was there. A part He meant for me, for us, to share. One more way to enrich our relationship.

You see, there is no innate part of our person-hood that God does not share. Our person-hood came from Him and the best parts of us are but pale reflections of His perfect image. Sin taints us, but it in no way affects the essence of His character. Therefore, we cannot consider ourselves to be the best demonstration of personality, we should worship Him because we find that this great honor belongs chiefly to Him.

Because we share His likeness–and yet recognize in Him none of our own sinful–we can find joy in relating to Him. Any cause for fear (in the negative sense) has been decomposed at the cross. The only thing that has–or will–ever come between us and God is our sin and at Calvary Christ destroyed all of its power in His body. It can no longer separate from God those of us who receive His salvation.

Because all this is true, we acknowledge that His sacrifice had all authority over our relationship with God and our lives. Now consider, how could laughter–the by-product of joy–be foreign to a God who would give us such grace as this? In the gospel He displays the ultimate delight–one that would come after guilty sinners to restore them to His heart and home simply because of love. He would seal us for the redemption that will one day take us Home to be a part of that endless celebration that will be so rich with heavenly pleasure that laughter and mirth will ring from the doors. If these are the things that characterize His plan, must they not also be the things that characterize the Person?

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Do I really know what I’m talking about here?

I don’t like to appear to be in the dark about anything. Instead, I strive for the critical acclaim of an expert. I want what I have to say about any issue or topic of controvercy to be well-received and appreciated. I want to be in the know and known as such more than I want to know something in the barest sense of the verb.

I know this to he true because I am not content to merely know, but to share what I know. The publicity I crave would not be so much for the information that I would share, but for me. The conversational pieces and the interest they might stir up only serve a desirable purpose if they turn attention back to me in a significant way.

This is why God hates gossip! Not primarily because it hurts people — though it does — but because it does nothing to point any of us involved back to God. How can selfishly crafted share-sessions and misleading inuendoes direct anyone to a God of truth? And how can we who know Him stand more closely to Him when we will not insist on building ourselves up in the truth alone?

So perhaps when we don’t understand something about a situation or a person it is not so important to find out that matter as it is to handle our lack of knowledge in a sound way.

When I try to decide the major motivations and markers of other people’s lives I tend to manipulate the facts I do have for the sake of a proposition I want to support. I need a heady proposition — perhaps even a controversial and sensational one — to help me look like I know more than the average person in detecting patterns and personal positions. But the problem here is that if I elect to boost myself in the eyes of others I know that I shall end this campaign in ruin. Having already chosen a goal that can never be found in God’s priorities for me, I can certainly not hope that I will seek to attain it in any ways that are less than corrupt in motivation.

I will chose rather to set the stage for a fictionalized intimacy with other people (based on unprincipled insider knowledge of my gossip victim) than to insist on keeping my eyes on one key relationship: the one that forever exists between me and God through Christ.

This one cannot be maintained by any other means then genuine representations of self, honesty between parties and vulnerability to Truth. And since God is involved in everything that I do, I must answer to Him for the genuinessness of character, representation of honesty and commitment to Truth that I espouse in every other relationship. Whatever involves my heart will in some way invoke His Lordship.

The peek – a – boo problem

When is the last time you played peek – a – boo? Can I guess? Was it yesterday? When God was looking for you, could you be found, or were you too busy forgetting enjoying your hiding spot?

Has it been so long that you are afraid you could finally decide to pop out and He would be no where to be found? Are you afraid that He has forgotten your name because you no longer here it being called by the voice you’ll recognize? Is it easier to believe that He has forgotten you and run off to do something more interesting because you can’t admit that you forgot, even for a moment about Him, being so busy running away?

Why do we play peek – a – boo anyway? It’s a game that has its nitch in toddler tantrums and frightened faces of hurt children. Isn’t it time that we lay down this way of relating to God and let Him show us how an adult act with Him?

I think it would be worth it. Even if we felt discomfort so strongly we got knots in our stomachs and were so self-conscious that our hands shook to shield our faces from the surprises we might find in the unexplored aspects of relationship with God.

But, what if we felt all that, acknowledged it, but went ahead to meet God on a mysterious and higher plane anyway? What would we find? Perhaps some watching us go after Him would hear our scream when the foliage around the bend eclipsed us from their view. But, what a pity to them that not having gone with us, they could not here the sigh that followed and the peace that settled on our soul.

There is too much ahead to miss. Too many unseen wonders to pretend we haven’t heard that they exist. Too strong a desire within us to know and explore more for us to safely turn His offer down.