Saturday, January 21, 2012

Are You A Judge Over God?


Do we ever question God? Have we ever wondered why God allows evil to occur? Why a prayer is not answered? Or even made statements defining God is such a way that unbeknownst to us contradicts Scripture? We all do it. It’s a part of human nature.

Adam and Eve questioned God. They did not believe God’s Word. Sure they were tempted by the serpent. But they listened to the serpent rather than trust what they heard from God’s mouth.

Our minds are like that. We may read something in Scripture and then we have our doubts about its truthfulness. Surely God doesn’t mean this or that? But who are we to judge God?

Think about that. We judge God. We put Him in the dock questioning His motives, explaining what would be better in our world. And not once do we think about how sinful that is. Us, wickedly sinful people, corrupt in our very nature, judging God.

You see, God is King, the one true King. He governs all things. Nothing escapes His notice. He rules over what He made. He can do that. After all, He made the heavens and the earth. By His very Nature, He is holy, perfect and true. Yet, we are more than willing to judge Him, the One who gives us life.

A lot happens in the world. A lot of what happens causes unhappiness. There is a lot that we just don’t understand. God remains holy, perfect and true. What we don’t understand is a reminder that we are not all-knowing like God. As we go about our lives we must remember that whatever happens, it is a part of God’s plans. He is not capricious. There is no confusion about Him. He knows what He is doing. As His children we are called to trust in Him.

King David trusted God. He knew that each of his days have been planned. He knew that God gave him life. And that being the case, whatever happened to him was planned as a part of His good promises to him.

Our lives have been planned by God. What happens to us that we do not understand, is a part of God’s sovereignty in our life.

For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.  (Ps. 139:13-16)