God isn't a Big Shot
I was walking to the station this morning on my way to a meeting. I had my nice suit and my imaginary bank balance, and I was on my way to sort out some technology for some people. I was going to tender for a contract, and I was pretty sure I was going to get it.
I suddenly caught myself feeling like a big shot.
And then, looking down, I realised how ridiculous I must look to God. A tiny little man. I can't even make a new hair grow on my head. I can't even live without the air that God made for me to breathe. Without the warmth of God's sunshine, and a million other things that I will never know.
And then it occurred to me that I am not a big shot. God is a big shot. I am just some preening, self important little child, who, for some reason, the almighty God tolerates.
And then it occurred to me again that no - that isn't our God at all. A cosmic boss who makes the universe and puts up with our foolishness because for some reason, against all sound judgement, he chooses to love us.
That isn't out God at all.
Our God isn't a God of swagger and big talk. Our God gets down low amongst us, in amongst the dirt and the snot and the faeces. He gets in, even though his clothes get dirty and bloody. Even though he dies.
Our God isn't a big shot, and neither am I.