Our view of God is mostly influenced by His largeness. He is this big, gigantic, huge, massive, enormous, vast, giant of a Being. The Bible also says that He is love. From our viewpoint, this vastness plus the fact the He loves puts Him in a place where we expect one thing from Him. He MUST give. According to our want. What good is He if He does not give me what I want? He SHOULD provide. He should make my life easier should He not? Sure, I will worship my ass off, sing songs till I am blue in the face, give all I have to the poor and do what He wants me to do, but I EXPECT something in return. I WANT inner peace. I WANT healthy children. I WANT a fair life. Why else should I follow these rules? Just to get nothing? In all of this there must be something somewhere in this for me. You want me to be friendly? Sure I’ll be friendly, but where is my reward? I don’t do this for zilch you know. Where is my return?
I know I sound crude in the above paragraph, but test yourself. Somehow God should do something in your life. He should do certain God-like things. This means one thing. When He is in our company, He can never just Be or be Himself. We do not allow Him to be who He is, because then there is a possibility that I may just get Him and nothing more. Where are the perks?
Sometimes I believe God must be the loneliest Person of us all. Does He have any needs or wants? Do we even care about that or for that matter; do we care about Him at all? Is there someone around who will love Him for who HE IS? Not for what He can give us, but for who He is. Can I stick up my hand and say, “God no matter what, I will be your friend. Even though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, I will be your friend.” Can He rely on us? Can we be trusted to be a friend to Him or are we the fair-weather-sort-of-friend? Do we really love Him?
What kind of a person am I? Am I the kind that makes friends with the rich in the hope that I will invited for the feast? Do I despise the lowest because there is nothing in it for me? Jesus came as the lowest of the low and somehow there were people that came to love Him, not for what He did for them, but for whom He was. “Peter, do you love Me?” Sheesh, why that question? Because it matters to Him, that’s why.