Does God get tired…
June 20, 2015 § 8 Comments
Of our whining, hey, thanks for the great gift, but why the limited warranty?
Of our Monday gossip, Tuesday self-indulgence, Wednesday superiority, Thursday anger, Friday avarice, Saturday bigotry, Sunday righteousness?
Of our claims that we know his mind because we’ve read the Book.
Of the spitball requests we launch at him for everything from, please make death go away, to help me find my keys.
Of our failure to look up and see the sunset he has just made.
Of how we turn his love of variety—he made us in all shades, shapes and sizes—into a yardstick to measure worth.
Of our inflated selves, each as big and cumbersome as a parade balloon.
Of how we view the rest of creation as something to use up, consume, spit out, waste, extinguish.
Of our love of hierarchy and pyramid building, with ourselves always perched at the top.
Of our failure to appreciate that, if each of us is no more than a momentary glimmer, that is glory enough.
Does God get tired?