Why are we afraid of God?

Do we not know that God already knows the worst about us and still loves us? This is the eternal, unconditional Love that will not let us go into forever lostness without offer of redemption.

After the man and woman have made the almighty mistake of not trusting God, of siding with a plot to be equal to God, so they can forever “do their own thing” without requiring any licence to so do, or expecting sanctions for their so choosing,  they recognize their nakedness, their emptiness apart from God. They try to get lost by running away from the divine presence.

And what does God do? Go out in search of them, “Where are you?” This, is, of course, a chance for them to take stock of the fact that they have disobeyed, that they have stepped away from God, and positioned themselves outside the perfect will of God. It is not that God needs to know where they are, for God knows it all.

And the blame game begins. We have been passing the buck ever since. Either the other person or the devil inside or outside of the other person is responsible for our mistakes. I never really see it as my fault, not unless I use the opportunity to take stock of myself.

And when I do, I recognise that I was created for victory. As Jimmy Cliff sang, “I was born to win!” Back then, God spoke to a plan when the tempter could be under control because of the woman’s seed.

I will put enmity between you and the woman,
and between your offspring and hers;
he will strike your head,
and you will strike his heel.” (Genesis 3: 15)

Thanks be to God who gives us the victory through our Lord, Jesus Christ!

I need thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford:

I need thee, O I need thee,
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour;
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh:

I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain:

I need thee every hour;
Teach me thy will,
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill:

Anne S. Hawks, 1835-1918.

 

 

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