Who Do You Think You Are, Mr. Big Stuff?….

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Job 38-42:6; Mark 4:41

A plan that’s been thwarted, a schedule interrupted, a vision overthrown, a hiccup in the silence, a bump in the road, an unaccomplished mission, a hope deferred, a crisis not diverted, a let-down & and an up-heaval…they happen every day.   As Will Smith says in the movie Hitch after a disaster date, “I saw that going differently in my mind.”  Whether it’s a pebble in our shoe or an all-out volcanic explosion, life is consistent in this:  It doesn’t always go as we envisioned.

Yesterday I received a phone call about a situation and I was disappointed with the news.  Felt kicked in the stomach.  Fear crept across the phone waves, somehow seeping into my pores.  It was an almost, but not quite….could have been, but wasn’t…so close, but no cigar kind of news.  There could have been an end, resolution, release, but no….and we must keep waiting, wondering.

I hung up and my first thought was, “God, You could have pushed it over the edge, made it happen the way we are praying, just another inch, a smidge, a breath, so easy for You.  It wasn’t even a mountain that needed moving at this point, Lord, just a slight shift from You…why not, God?”  Frustration, anxiety, disappointment, anger, disillusionment…they all pounce at the opportunity to take the place of praise and peace.

Then the “tenacious grace” of God (thank you, Matt Ballard for those beautiful words!!) rushes in and reminds me of Job 38 when God asks Job, “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?!…Who set it’s measurements?….Or who enclosed the sea with doors…and have you ever commanded the morning and caused the dawn to know it’s place?…Who has a way for the thunderbolt and who can tip the water jars of the heavens?…”  Basically, from a whirlwind, God says to Job, “Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?”  For me, it’s a whisper, a reminder, His word, a call again to Come and to lay my flimsy plans at His feet and see Him for who He is.  He calls to me and says trust Me unconditionally for whatever I give, whatever I take, and wherever I lead.

His questions become mine, and I ask myself, “Who do I think I am, that I think I know how God should orchestrate events, times, ways and wonders of His universe?

Out at sea, the storm wasn’t what the disciples had planned on, especially with Jesus on board.  They became fearful because they still did not know that Jesus was the God of eternity, the God who saw from the heavens, even though He existed on earth.  And when they witnessed Jesus’ power over the elements,  they realized they didn’t really know who He was and they had to ask, “WHO IS THIS?”  The puddles and storms of our lives are not the result of a God who blinked and missed something, or worse, of a God who is sleeping and is unaware.  They are from an eternal God in control, a God who wants to show Himself through us to a stormy world, so that others will say, “Who is this?”

And isn’t this our heart…to KNOW Him and to make Him known, even in the midst of this stormy life?  Jesus went through the ultimate storm so that we can.

God Moves in a Mysterious Way
By: William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
Faith sees a smiling face.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and will break
In blessing on your head.

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