
It can’t be terribly long after accepting Christianity that every believer is hit with the second biggest challenge of our faith - the silence, or at least quietness, of God.
In fact, it may well be the biggest challenge. After all, Job (from the book of the same name) lost everything and had a generally sucky time of it, but at least God showed up at the end to reassure him that it was all under control. Smaller pains and struggles can be harder to deal with than large when there’s no sense that Our Father is even noticing.
I’ve been thinking recently how major movements in Christianity are partly driven by a desire to solve this problem.
Happy-clappy Pentecostalism strikes me as a wilfull ignorance of the problem. We decide to see God’s hand in everything and attribute every good emotion we feel to His Spirit. You can feel him, right? You know you can.
At the other end of the spectrum, dry evangelicalism is a kind of fatalist acceptance. Reduce God to theological concepts, and He’s all but stripped of personality. His Word is reduced to words on paper. How can you expect personal attention from a God who is so far removed from you? Jesus died for your sins - and you still want TLC?
And sadly, my favoured “emerging” brand of Christianity can be just another kind of fatalism. Focus enough on Jesus as a radical, 1st century Jewish moral teacher who announced the imminent Kingdom of God and he’s suddenly not someone you can really know personally. No more than you can know Che Guevara or Martin Luther King Jr, I guess.
So many writers and bloggers I read are focused on this new world that we’re supposed to be part of - caring for the sick and the lost and the needy. A hardcore social justice Christian guy I know has expressed a lot of disdain for the typical “Jesus wants YOU” self-focused message he hears in a lot of churches. He’s all about the Kingdom of God and God’s plan to save all of mankind. In a picture like that, individuals get a little bit swamped.
In my selfish way, I wonder what’s in it for me in this particular Kingdom. It’s a world where God wants to end global poverty but isn’t so worried about individuals. A typical distant leader, if you will. It’s hugely indulgent of me as an affluent Westerner to prize my own emotional needs over those of the rest of the planet, but I’m a hugely self-indulgent guy. I write a blog, after all.
And the God I read about in this book I’ve got on my shelf does care about individuals. He’s spent time with prophets and leaders and reassured them when they get down. He’s spent time on Earth as a regular guy who eats with ordinary people and has friends and praises the sister who sits and listens over the one who runs around making food and cleaning.
I’m not quite prepared to give up that image of God just yet. Because if that part of the story isn’t true, then I’m not so sure that the rest of it means jack.