When God Doesn’t Matter

I know people, you do, too. People who believe the purpose of goodness is to be a shield against the untoward. People have stated…and they live with this mantra…”As long as I’m good, all will be well and the negatives of life will not pierce my soul.”

Not to argue with that. The question, though, refuses to hide when considering the purpose of goodness.

With that many people, including some in a celebrative birthday party yesterday [17 attended and 12 had birthdays in June and July so our singing was “to us,”] shared their concern that God is not with them, that they have not been included and no matter their effort, life’s value has been in a by-pass mode. In a manner of speaking God has not appeared. And a “down” spirit more than leers; it wants to grab.

With that, in reading Tom Ehrich this morning—Ehrich writes a powerful statement every week, at times every day—wrote this: “To those filled with doubt and despair, speak the truth. It is not God who has abandoned you, it is you who have abandoned God.”

What this says is that my life—make that yours also—too often is based upon the human theatre. Too often God is with us if life has agreement with our living. I know that. I understand that. But is not on the stage let alone the building when life shatters more than forms.

The struggle for me…and maybe for you…is that God’s presence should not be fenced by the events of the day. This is not naiveté. This is not spiritual prattle. It is what, for perhaps a need for a better word, is that God is with us no matter what. And. The denial of that becomes less and less an option.

Yes, events matter. Yes, how we breathe and walk and talk matters. But, those for whom I have the highest regard are those who are able to know God in their heart. Regardless. Regardless of what happens.

Launched, or at times more apt, crawling, into a new year from my birthday, the most necessary experience is to know at the deepest level of my being—no matter if the grandchildren catch fish in our neighborhood pond, no matter if illness changes our course…to KNOW that God makes the difference emotionally and spiritually and actually.

Okay. It’s Monday morning. A new day. What will it bring? Of course I hope it brings goodness and value and benefit. Which to answer the opening question is to say my being good—you being good—is not to keep the untoward beyond arm’s distance. No, it’s simply to become more human and more in line with God’s purpose for us. And there’s a good feel to that.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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