This one’s been echoing for a while. I haven’t been able to shake it. Wish I could. It makes me uncomfortable. It turns things upside down yet makes things right-side-up. In a way that reveals truth. And truth, when it comes to we as humans, isn’t pretty–this much I know.
The question was posed at my church small group several months ago: What if God never did one more good thing for you?
And the air was knocked out of me. My group-leader’s warm inviting living room went suddenly cold, the cushiony couch went hard, the light-colored walls went dark, and my life was in perspective.
He wouldn’t do that, right? Stop doing good things for me, stop blessing me, stop giving me opportunities, stop putting amazing people in my path, stop putting me in the right place at the exact right moment to learn the exact right thing because He’s God, and God does good, right? He does good…for me…surely He wouldn’t stop…
And if He did, would I still declare His name?
Would I sing of His love?
Would I say “my God is good”? Would I still believe He was good?
I hate this question. I hate that it was asked me. I hate that I can no longer be ignorant to its answer but instead must realize how oh so conditional my love is. I love Him because of what He does for me, not because He is.
And if He himself is not enough, if what He did so long ago is not enough, whatever possibly will be?