Safe? Don’t you hear what I’m saying? Who said anything about safe?
‘Course He’s not safe.
But He’s good.
These are famous lines from C.S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
I’m just going to be honest and say I hate these lines. I hate these lines, because as a woman I know there are safe men and not safe men. I despise the thought of God being one of the unsafe men.
Lately I find myself saying a lot of prayers that go like this:
God, please teach me to be patient- but don’t give me a hard and long waiting period so I LEARN it, just add patience to my list of character traits!
Jesus, please teach me to be humble- but not through another painfully pride breaking experience, just give me humility for free this time!
I mean, I know that we make it through hard times and then we look back and we say something heroic like, “wow, that was tough, but I learned a lot and I’m a better person for it.”
Or we say “Our God is so mysterious!”
Like it’s such a wonderful thing!?
Well maybe I don’t think it’s a wonderful thing. Maybe I value directness and honesty- maybe I would prefer to understand what’s going on in my life once in a while.
Ah, I’m being a little more negative than I mean to be because I just slammed my thumb in my dresser drawer a few minutes ago, but my point is this: if our God is not safe, how am I supposed to trust him?
Because right now I need to believe that God is safe, and I can trust him.