Terrible Twos

Yesterday in the Teen Service we had a discussion about why God doesn’t step in and “fix” everything.  Seems like a fair question.  In fact, it seems most “There is no God” arguments are based on the idea that an all-loving, omnipresent, omniscient God would never let anything bad happen and there would never be a hair out of place.

I keep thinking about when my kids were toddlers.  To them, (only for the briefest of moments) I appeared to be all knowing and all powerful. They certainly knew that I loved them mightily.  I did many things for them, but knew that, since they would not always be toddlers, there was a great deal they needed to learn to do for themselves. Sometimes this delighted them, (who doesn’t like to wear their favorite tutu and cowboy boots to the grocer’s?) and sometimes it royally ticked them off (Mama should pick up all the blocks!).

Maybe God (pardon the anthropotheism) sees us as toddlers:  full of ideas that make sense to us,  a double helping of will, and perhaps just enough dexterity and skill to work up a head of steam.

Maybe we need to pick up our own blocks, and be grateful for the tutu and boots.

Annemarie