Life in the holidays is pretty good, we’ve got through the weirdness of routines changing and are enjoying hanging out as a family. A lovely perk of being married to a teacher. Throughout the last few weeks we’ve loved days where friends have come to visit and we can enjoy our city together. Days of pottering around Brighton soaking up the sun, eating good food, enjoying the beach and generally having excellent chats along the way have reminded me of the sheer genius creativity of our God.
We’ve had a day like this recently with the excellent Binface. We talked about our God, how he’s in all of the beautiful things we’d been able to do that day, how he created them and is glad we are enjoying them. He is glad we are in his world, enjoying his stuff.
We talked of how we’ve grown tired of Christian subcultures that diminish this wonder, that seem to think this life is all about who thinks the right things about God, forgetting that God really can’t be contained in our little systems, he is much bigger than we give him credit for.
I love that life with God isn’t about one particular way of relating to him. I love that life with God isn’t about thinking the correct things about him, that it isn’t about being clear about every tiny detail about who he is and how he works. Life with God seems to be more about enjoying living in this beautiful world he made, enjoying being a dearly loved child of his and enjoying his crazy grace in loving us and rescuing us. It seems to be about clinging tight to the two or three certainties and living with the wonder and mystery of lots of other things.
So often we Christians have put up fences, locked each other out in an effort to have everything sewn up, we’ve been too concerned with outward stuff and less concerned with being kind, compassionate, gentle, humble, joyful, peaceful, self controlled and loving. We’ve reduced life with God to a one dimensional way of relating to him and made a life with God look like just a list of stuff to do or fail to do each day.
I’m glad God is bigger than us and our silliness. I’m glad he created days where we can eat amazing food, enjoy the sun, have brilliant conversations, play on slot machines on the pier, see skater boys in the park, eat ice cream, drink good wine, sit on the beach, watch a small boy delight in banging stones together, look at big fat clouds hanging in the sky and were we can know that we are known by the Maker of all this.
I’m glad we have a God who cares for the broken, the weary, the ones who can’t summon up the words to articulate some correct theology. He’s a God who is about giving rest to the weary and heavy laden. A God who calls us to come as little children. My son crawls to me when he’s tired and sad, he wiggles around in my arms fighting and then sometimes he rests his head on my shoulder too tired to fight anymore. He gets grumpy and wants my lap, then wants down, then wants my lap, then wants down. I don’t reject him for his fickle nature. I hold him close in my weary tiredness. Thankfully God is a better parent than me. He doesn’t grow weary or tired of loving us, of calling us away from the foolish arguments to come and play in his beautiful world.