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Something I find profound and fascinating is that God never calls us names. Never, not once. Get still, be quiet, clear your head of all the other voices, and that Still Quiet Voice will speak to you with no condemnation, no playful ribbing, no impatience, no depreciating humor, none of that. That is the voice of pure love, infinite patience, a voice that sees you not as you are, but as you were intended to be, as your potential, your higher self.

Scripture contains no references to God calling us names for the purpose of control or to shame us, or to ridicule and mock us. Anyone who believes that is misunderstanding and distorting scripture. God loves us, God knows us, God understands us, with empathy and great mercy. For God so loved the world….

Even with Christ when He is pointing out people’s flaws and imperfections it is always framed as a question. In the garden after the fall of man, God asks Adam and Eve, where are you?? To the woman at the well Christ asks, woman, where is your husband?  To the woman with the issue of blood, who has touched my clothes? The gentleness, the kindness, that is behind the framing of those questions is unmistakable. God does not ask because He does not know the answers, He asks for our benefit, to allow us to know the truth, to recognize our own flaws.

Sometimes I think all the world’s problems would be solved if we could all just grasp that one truth, that we are so loved, so treasured and valued, and that we have immense worth to Him. Sons and daughters of a most high God, King of Kings. Princes and princesses, inheritors of a Great Kingdom. That is not arrogance or the shallow sense of self worth that comes from the selfie-world of mini-narcissists, but a genuine grasp of your true value and a desire to act accordingly. Walk in beauty, people. We are of the Divine.

Most of us engage in some form of negative self talk, perhaps a bit of self depreciating humor, like “duh, I cannot believe I was so foolish.” Even hubby and I will rather playfully call each names, like dork or nerd. There can be a lot of ribbing and teasing that goes on in families, often playful, sometimes crossing a line. Many of us still have the ghosts of other people’s mean words haunting us. Words have tremendous power and if someone has spoken negative words over you, often we will carry those with us for a long time. Sometimes they will run in the back of our minds whispering to us and taint our whole reality. Those are often strongholds.

That is not God, however. God is not a people. God is so far above us, so superior to us, there is no need to engage in human games with us, to toy with us, to try and shame us into compliance by calling us names. Those are all human behaviors, not Godly ones. God is Holy and perfect.

There are many people who run around taking scriptures out of context to try and cast God in a negative light. If you do not believe in God, that behavior is extra irrational, because one simply cannot logically criticize a God you do not believe in. Still others speak of the “cranky God of the old testament.” What’s interesting there is that people are trying to create God in their own image or in the image of those who have offended them. What you say about God, you say about your own self. If God is a harsh and condemning God, then you are living in a state of harsh condemnation. That is you in the equation, not God. If you think God is short tempered and prone to mockery and ridicule, that is either you in the equation or negative encounters with other humans, but that is not God. God is the opposite of condemnation and shame.

We are created in His image. If you think about it, negative self talk does not honor God. That’s a bit like a parent hearing a child put themselves down, I imagine. Or someone else insulting their child. If you know what parental love and protection is all about, putting down somebody’s child is not a good idea.

God is love. Love however, is not about always getting what you want or feeling good all the time, love is often filled with angst, suffering and torment, often of our own making.

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