The Wizard of Oohs and Ahhs

I wish we didn’t feel the need to make God into the Wizard of Oohs and Ahhhs, because He is great, and He is powerful without the shiny bells and whistles of the Emerald Church.

We curtain Him off and project an unnecessary image to the rest of the world, like He’s not enough on His own.

We play songs about how big and mighty He is, but never allow Him to show it.

Music is used to tug at the heart strings; we rock the drums, raise our hands and sing, but God doesn’t need our smoke and mirrors! He is enough as He is!

Why do we treat Him as if He used to be a great God, but now we’re unsure? Why do we feel we have to dress Him up with bright red rugs, chandeliers, and paper coffee mugs to convince people that He’s a good, good Father? We catch people by the emotions, with the projection of a floating head, but God is already a full being and we’re only subtracting from His majesty by trying to add to it.

God doesn’t need facades, parades or charades, and He doesn’t need the munchkins putting on displays; He just needs our open hearts and our willingness to let Him show up, without covering Him up.

When the world inevitably pulls our curtain down; we’ll realize we didn’t need any of this, because God is not the Wizard of Oohs and Ahhs, He is every bit as great and powerful as He ever was.

 

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Phone Anxiety

My heart calls to You,

You answer on the first ring,

I guess You’ve been waiting for me to call, after all, You called me first.

I know, I heard the phone ring hours ago, but I was too afraid to pick up and say hello.

Now I’ve got You on the other end again, and I’m still too afraid to speak,

My heart races, my voice shakes, but You’re patient, so You’ll wait.

But I’ll hang up, and I’ll hang up, and I’ll hang up again, because my heart pounds too hard to hear Your voice anyway.

And when I come to my senses I’ll call back, and You’ll always pick up, and You’ll love me through my anxiety and my stubborn pride.

Thank You.

An Open Letter To Someplace I Used To Know

Every time your doors were open, I was there.

I tried to make myself into the person you wanted me to be.

I raised my hands and went along with the plans, but I was never home in your arms.