God and man are NOT created equal. We don’t do things the same way, we absolutely do not think the same way. Man is not even close…got that. I was having some “singles” discussions with some folks and some of the conversation turned to two of my favorite people: Adam and Eve.
I found it interesting about God tasking (not just allowing or giving a choice) Adam with naming ALL the animals and birds. I had to chew that for a minute because basically the responsibility God gave Adam was not just to “name” the animals but to also decide what they would be and what their purpose was. Because through it all, he was not just naming animals, but he was also looking for his “suitable helper”. I wonder if, in the process of naming them, Adam tried to get a sheep to sit down at the table with a cup of coffee and talk about the yard work? I wonder if he tried to get a cat to pay full attention to him without walking off or looking at him sideways? I wonder if he tried to put his arms around an ox? Because at the end of the day, he knew that nothing that God had yet created was it for him in the way he needed. All the animals had a purpose, but not for him.
And then I thought that as Adam gave out the names, he also gave out a level of position — a pigeon is a completely different bird than a woodpecker or crow; a giraffe is a different beast than a bull or sheep. So with each animal named, each had a purpose and a position (and still none of them were the perfect match). Some of the animals were useful enough to work the field and ensure good soil, some were useful enough to consider a “friend” and even stay indoors and close to their master, some you could only be in awe at how high they flew, but know that they could never been caged. Yet none of them were suitable.
That all blew my mind because I realized that men STILL have that responsibility today…and they take it very seriously (even though most of them don’t even realize they are working it). Women walk around stamping labels on
men before they even get to know who the dude is – “boo”, “boyfriend”, “special friend”….but if HE has not given that woman that name (purpose or position) then she is going to be in for a hard way. And – at least from my experience – it’s not all that hard to tell what your name is even if you’re not letting God lead your party…so imagine what you could see if you’ll let God show you and just chill on it. Because, like I said before, a pigeon is a completely different animal from an eagle – a man might call it a “flying rat” and throw crumbs at a pigeon, but wanna watch an eagle sour through the sky for as long as he can, yet at the end of the day, he knows they’re both still birds. A dog and a cat can both be “man’s best friend”, one may loyally and ferociously cover and protect him and his possessions and the other may just be there for aesthetic sake – and he may not want to lose either and would be hurt if anything happened to them but in the end, they’re still just pets.
They are not suitable….and he knows it. And “suitable” can be subjective. If he doesn’t know God, or himself, then what he considers suitable and perfect will look CRAZY!!
Wait. What did he just say? “Forgive them…“? Seriously – this guy is incredible (insert sarcasm). He should be worried about saving himself. I know that’s what I’d be doing. Just like the rest of those cats that were with him – I’d scram. Some friends thou.
He ran around for years saving other people, common sense would be that he would hop down and save himself at this point. Especially if he is who he claimed to be. Ain’t that what got him there in the first place? But all he’s gonna do is mumble about somebody not knowing what they’re doing? Whatever man. I know what I’m doing. And as soon as they roll these dice, I’ma have me some new clothes. Or maybe I’ll just frame them with the insignia “the Chosen One”. Cause that’s probably all there’s gonna be left.
I just don’t get it. None of this makes any sense. We’ve been out here all day and he ain’t budge. It’s like he knew. Like he’s on a mission. Nobody can go through all this and just be quiet about it. I’m looking around at all the people out here. All the people who should know better than this. At least have a reason for doing what they’re doing. They’ve been cracking jokes and spitting on him, hitting and kicking him. And nothing. That woulda done it for me. Damn these ingrates. Even somebody who was supposed to be up here got the nerve to get fly and start talking crazy. He should be……………………………….
DID YOU FEEL THAT??
I believe I have been gifted (and sometimes cursed) with the ability to keep my mouth shut. I like to listen. I like to wrap what is said around my medulla oblongata and let it marinate. But I’ve found that people actually have no idea what that means. They like to talk. Just talk. And keep talking. And worse, they hide it under the guise of “communication”…to whit, I have to explain the difference between what they do and what communication really entails.
The great thing I’ve been able to confirm through those types is that if you let anyone talk long enough, they’ll spill exactly who they are, what they believe, and how they think.
You won’t have to work that hard at figuring out who and/or what you’re dealing with if you just listen.
I never, ever imagined – and couldn’t have seen – that it would be like this. And it’s not just a feeling, either…that “Ohhh, I feel sooo in love…” Nope. This is a state of being. A living, breathing functioning action.
I have never been so protected, so completely surrounded by a strength I’ve only hoped for. He’s compassionate and loving, but make no mistake, he will cause tornadoes and crumble buildings into dust if he has to. You wanna try me…you gotta try him. *and I dare you. Knowing I’m secure is not just a bonus for me. He knows everything I’ve been through. So He’s like this fortress because he knows I need that.
Make no mistake. We have our disagreements. If I’m honest, it’s really just me showing out, because no matter what the situation or decision, in the end, he’s always right. Always. And thank God for that because now I can relax. I trust him with my entire life. Not just today, but my twisted past and all of my future. His integrity is unmatched, unparalleled, and unprecedented. That’s why it was so hard to let him in. I refused to believe he was real. I figured at some point he was gonna flip on me or even better, just disappear. But he plays no games. NONE. I never have to guess with him and I never have to wonder what’s going on.
We talk all the time, and even when we both just want to be silent, we can still hear each other clearly. Actually, he’s such a great communicator that he always makes sure I understand where he’s coming from.
I’m still working all the kinks out because I’m continually in a daze. Even when I don’t think I deserve it, HE tells me I do.
Because he was waiting for me, ready to give me everything he had plus more.
I. Love. Him.
“The desire to write grows with writing.” Desiderius Erasmus
I was finishing up another post and after I submitted, this quote came up. I did a comparative paper on Erasmus and a contemporary pastor a couple semesters ago and never noted this ideal about him. Makes sense though.
His sentiment, as I read it at this moment, makes sense not only for writing, but for anything and everything else. You had a burn to write, you started writing, the more you write, the more you want to write… inference: you’ll see certain results from your focus. Many times, you won’t (and actually can’t) fuel the desire to accomplish something that you’ve never dedicated yourself to doing. You can want to lose weight, but without consistently working at it through proper, balanced nutrition and exercising, you won’t get far. You may desire to go to or back to school, but the forms won’t fill themselves out — and once you get there, your sustainable success will be determined by the effort you put in.
An unfortunate thing is that people tend to squelch their desire with the two evil twins: doubt and fear – they’re actually part of a set of octuplets, but that’s another conversation – especially when they point to a possibility of failure. But failure is only truly realized when you never do what you know you should.
There is power in your Name. There is forgiveness in your Name. There is healing in your Name.
There is peace in your Name. There is protection in your Name. There is security in your Name.
There is life in your Name. There is truth in your Name. There is completion in your Name.
There is love in your Name. There is ability in your Name. There is wisdom in your Name.
There is integrity in your Name. There is sincerity in your Name. There is hope in your Name.