God is BIG
God is small
wanting me to expand my understanding of Him, become a more devoted disciple of Jesus, and translate it all into abundant living for his glory while here on planet earth. It is time.
So, I have broadened my reading, watching, and pursuing to include various theological and laymen based thoughts regarding the Church and following Jesus. Wow, have I been surprised.
Just as in the worldly world, it seems there is much controversy going on within the Christian Church. There has always been controversy, sure, but this is dividing up the very core of the church, not setting denominations against each other as in the past, but splitting them all up into fragments:
For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Hebrews 4:12
Seems the “word” (big “W”= Jesus, little “w”= Bible) is part of what is being hotly contested. There are theories and questions zipping around and each has several opinions and answers – with many contradicting one another.
My hope is to delve into some of the questions and their abundance of opinions/answers under the category of God is…
but until then,
like the woman at the well, I can only tell you what I know and what I know is what God has done for me.
Here’s how I met God.
I had a dream. I didn’t ask for it. It just happened.
I was two to three years old and I dreamed that God lived in my attic. I don’t remember the attic then or even if we had one. I only know that in my dream he lived in a room up above where I lived, so to me, it was the attic. This attic room was completely empty of all things…all things except for God and me. It wasn’t dark or scary; instead, it was filled with light. I felt safe, and as they say in the south, we visited.
But there was more besides God being in my attic. In the dream, God was wearing my coat. It looked exactly like mine, only bigger. It was black/white Houndstooth with black velvet trimming. And because we shared a coat, I knew that we were joined together.
The connection shared in this childhood dream has translated into a life-long assurance that God is real.
Never have I doubted his existence, yet I have rebelled. Never have I questioned his authority, though I have been angry with him. Never have I felt separated from him, even though I have been quite lonely at times.
It was in a dream that God made himself known to me in such a way that His being permeated to the core of my being. I don’t know why he chose to introduce himself to me in this way, but he did. And because he did, I can attest that God still speaks to some of us through dreams.
God is bigger than the vastness of the universe and smaller than the tiniest speck of matter. He is not bound by time or by thought or by dimension. He loves us. He died for us. He arose for us. He ascended to heaven to prepare a place for us. And if we choose to accept his gift…we will visit with him forever in his home.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, he who hears My word, and believes Him who sent Me, has eternal life, and does not come into judgment, but has passed out of death into life. John 5:24