Why Were You Worried?

The story of Jesus at 12 years old going to Passover with Joseph and Mary popped into my head the other day walking back from the gym.

“Why were you worried? Surely you realized I must be about my father’s business?”

I remember being taught things that made it seem as if God was just sitting around waiting on me to make the right decision so he could be released to work in my life or the lives of those around me. I don’t know why the story brings me to that point, because I don’t think they relate that closely. Perhaps its in the thought that Jesus didn’t ask their permission.

Salvation always seems to be sold that way, us giving permission to God to do what he wants to do for us, in our lives. I’m of the opinion now that God does things his way. You do what you want, go back to Galilee for all I care, God is already busy doing his thing. He doesn’t need yours or my permission, and I’m not altogether convinced we’d approve of how he gets it done anyways.

Posted by: HarryTick™ on 21. March 2008, 20:56 |