Protecting God

My experience of life outgrew my understanding of God. Pure and simple. At some point, I was overcome by the realization that the God I was raised worshiping could not handle the complexities of real life. He was perfectly fit to deal with lollipops, candy canes and sugar plums, but avalanches, wildfires, and tsunamis He was not. Literally and metaphorically. What’s odd about this realization is not its ridiculous nature but my response to this realization. The next few years I shifted into a defensive posture. I became protective of God, like an older brother watching out for his diminutive little sister who couldn’t hold her weight on the school playground. And this posture eventually seemed odd to me. Why did God need defending? Who was I really protecting?
[re]Understanding prayer page 4-5

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