November 11, 2008 ⏤ Because He IS GOD!

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Robyn Rochelle Cox
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Loving God in the Moment

"I have to learn that the aim in life is God's not mine. God is using me from His great personal standpoint, and all he asks of me is that I trust Him, and never say -- Lord, this gives me such heart-ache. To talk in that way makes me a clog. When I stop telling God what I want, He can catch me up for what He wants without let or hindrance. He can crumple me up or exalt me. He can do anything He chooses He simply asks me to have implicit faith in Himself and in His goodness. Self-pity is of the devil, if I go off on that line I cannot be used by God for His purpose in the world. I have "a world within the world" in which I live, and God will never be able to get me outside it because I am afraid of being frost-bitten." Oswald Chambers

I have a new suite-mate. She lives in the room next to mine in this guest house. Tok.... is Jananese.

She came to Germany to study German for 3 months. She is a secretary in Japan, in her 40's and never been married. She is absolutely darling.

I took her home with me this last weekend. I don't know why. It happened. We were talking and she loves seeing Germany but has no car and well... it just happened. It is difficult because she speaks no English and I speak no Japanese and we both struggle speaking German.

But we went. The time was sweet.

On Saturday morning we went for breakfast (I have absolutely no food in my house)... Sitting in the local diner I asked her a few questions. She had said that she prayed before during one of our conversations.

That she was praying that morning or something like that. I asked her, "When you pray, who do you pray to?" She explained about her idol that sits in her tiny apartment. She prays every morning for her family and friends. She sometimes takes rice and burns it at this alter she has in her tiny home. I said that is so interesting. She was hesitant in sharing because she knows that I am a Christian and this is a 'Christian Western World'... haha!
Anyway she shared and I enjoyed learning about her ways.
Later that evening we were having coffee (I love my coffee - miss making it - miss drinking it...)
I don't know how it happened but we got to talking about God... my God. I told her that I believed what the Bible says about God, that He is the one who created all things. She was a bit confused as to why that was important. And also said that the bible was a good book but she had never read any of it. I shared some information from Josh McDowell about the bible and its beginnings, its validity... etc. She was more interested so I continued. Telling her about the 3-in-one Trinity was really interesting - but she listened. She kept asking questions - so I kept talking. The she said that she thought Jesus was a good man. I told her I didn't. That one really set her on her heels. I referred to C. S. Lewis and his Liar, Lunatic or LORD statement. I told her that other religions had 'good men' at their head - but they didn't claim to be the Son of God. etc. etc.
She got very quiet. She then said, "if I were to agree with this than I would be saying that my culture has been wrong for centuries and has not been with God and has been left out. (paraphrased - it was broken German)... I told her that was really hard. Because if she believed this than she would have to admit her family and all of her friends were wrong - and what kind of a god would leave out a whole culture?
I told her I understood her question. That there are people in my life that are not Christians and it is hard - but... then I have the God of the Universe to trust. I shared the difference between an idol and a Creator - and the underlining pinnings of that. You know... that God is the one that created me, He is good and wise and has everlasting love toward this world. We were sharing coffee and I used the old illustration of the potter with the coffee cup - does the coffee cup ask "why did you make me red inside and black outside? Why did you make me big and round? Why did you make red lines across my outside? I want to be like that other cup - black and thin and sleek..." No the coffee cup isn't capable of making these decisions - only the creator of the coffee cup is.
So....
You get all of this, right? It was great conversation. She went with me to church the next day and listened to praise music, read the scriptures and kept thinking...
and she still is.
But, what I find interesting is that I came to Oswald's words this morning and found myself on my face before my God. Because - I start asking why so often... Oh how can He have so much patience with me? How can He really care about such a wanderer? a questioner? How can He love some wierd woman that gets caught up in her own selfish ideas? How can He...
Only because He Is GOD!
I love Him so... and amazingly enough He loves this wounded woman. And somehow wants to use me for His purposes. If I can only get out of the way.
mutating