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When my kid sister said, “Jesus is a girl”.
“Really? How do you know that?”
“Because she wears a dress.”
I laughed. Of course, she was 4 at the time.
When we’re children, we see God in concrete, tangible terms. Jesus wears a dress, so he’s a girl. Grandma says the church is God’s house, so the child asks if he’s home.
In adolescence, we shift into black and white, fair and unfair. It’s all or nothing. Saved or unsaved. A glorious journey of absolutes. We read the Bible literally and apply verses dogmatically. Then we measure ourselves and others against a standard we’re absolutely convinced is perfect and comprehensive.
Somewhere in adulthood, we step into the gray and our foundations tremble. Some of us throw away everything we’ve ever believed in, cursing the churches, youth leaders, and parents who we hold responsible for our concrete childhood perceptions and our black and white adolescent thinking.
We miss the invitation to grow, to step straight into the gray, open our hands and get to know God in Christ all over again.
Here I am Lord, twenty-four, forty-four, eighty-four. I knew you when I was a kid. I knew you when I was a teenager. When I was a young adult, But I’ve grown. My life has changed and the world around me is no longer what it was. So I come to you again, today, and say, “Lord. I want to know you. Who are you, God?”
What a beautiful question!
Maybe it’s something we need to ask over and over again; as a young married, a new parent, an empty-nester, a retiree, an old person.
“Hey God, it’s me. Me in a different place in my life. Me with different understandings and perceptions. Me with different needs. Excuse me, but I’m not sure I know you very well, anymore. Could you tell me who you are, again?
Wow. I’ll bet God loves to answer that question!