—Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (1 December, Morning: "The Winters of Life")
Still rattled a bit from last night. Nothing major; just the unsettledness that comes of long days and not being sure how best to care for those entrusted to me. There's plenty to talk and pray about Thursday with Annette, Heather, and Nate.
Truth is more important than understanding. If God says things about Himself that I don't understand, that should do anything but surprise me. Rather, I should be continually surprised by how much of Himself He's chosen to reveal and make me understand at all. God makes choices, and each of them brings Him glory. That's not subject to my stamp of understanding or approval, it simply is. Good is not simply what I imagine it to be.
Do I believe God has authority only where I've given the OK, or does He simply have it? Only the latter can be true if He is God. Seeking to understand Him is far from a fruitless effort, but it must not be confused with seeking to conform Him to my understanding. The former is a central part of worship; the latter is the root of idolatry.
Idolatry can look and feel so good and right. Indeed, it repackages so many beautiful things in terms that are my own and casts aside the rest of truth.
True worship can be so very uncomfortable and disruptive. The terms are His and He is not like me, though He is making me more like Himself in the fullness of time.
Who gets to define which is which? Only He. He is good both in what He affirms and in what He condemns. Both are necessary for His glory.