I like this – God is present in the “mess” of the moment

1From Robin – I ran into the devotional today – while Vicky’s and my house is completely torn apart because of “winter” damage back in February, we are finally neck-deep in contractors, painters, and a HUGE mess.  Many of you know that I can thrive in chaos…been there and done that.  Even so, at home, I have a LOW tolerance for chaos.  I like things “well oiled” and organized…Vicky and I share the same comfort zone and passion for order.  So, while I am smelling fresh paint fumes, sitting in a back bedroom because there is no where else to sit for the next several days, hearing sawing going on the outside of my home and feeling completely “crazed” because of it all, the words – “God is present not only in prayer and meditation rooms but also in the dense fertility of life crashing everywhere” make complete sense!  See if you agree!

From Ann Voscamp’s blog – guest contributor, Catherine McNiel

“I step outside to call my children: Time to stop playing and get in the car! Ten minutes ago, I sent them out, washed and dressed, so I could finalize the last-minute details for today’s family party.

A rookie mistake, obviously.

“Why are we on earth if not to dive right in?”

As they streak past me, I notice that something has gone very, very wrong.

My darling daughter’s face, neck, hands, and sundress are streaked with raspberry juice.

And my son—oh my abundant-life son—has covered his entire head with mud. Literally, the only thing I can see is his bright and shining eyes.

I scream for everyone to stop.

They freeze, caked hands clutching door handles. Texting my parents to apologize for what I’m confident will be a lengthy delay, I gingerly place a child under each arm and head for the shower.

I can’t be mad. I can’t be anything other than shaking with laughter.

What is summer if not dripping with delights, imploring us to get our hands dirty, inviting us to immerse our faces in the abundance and relish the richness of it all?

Why are we on earth if not to dive right in? My children were merely flourishing, answering the call of life as they were made to do.

Here is the wild paradox of creation: God ordered the world out of chaos, but the verdancy of life results in a whole new kind of chaos.

“Life exists only inside messy, colliding relationships.”

Clearly, God’s purpose in organizing a formless void into millipedes, jellyfish, hedgehogs, and poison ivy was not so we could sit restfully in a meditative state.

We stubbornly hope that life will leave us more or less alone in peace and quiet, that the forces of nature and human nature will be straightforward and controllable, bending to our own dictation.

But life exists only inside messy, colliding relationships. From the sperm and the egg, the bee, and the pollen, life is about crashing into each other—for better or for worse (and most of the time, a good bit of both).

We celebrate that God made order and form out of emptiness, but there’s another angle to consider.

God had an eternity of time in which He alone existed, in triune unity.

Can you imagine the harmony? Why mess that up with a garden?

I can exhibit a great deal of love, peace, and self-control when I’m in a room by myself, as long as you don’t introduce anyone else into the picture.

What was it like when God and God alone reigned in the vacuum of unformed reality?

But this peace and quiet, this overflowing of goodness and righteousness was not, apparently, the ambiance God was going for. While it may sound heavenly to me, harmonious solitude is not what our Creator pronounced good.

“We’d like to think that real goodness, Godliness even, lies in the silence, the solitude, the ordered, clean, and controlled.”

God decided to mix things up in a major way.

The Creator is a Gardener. Like my son, He gets His hands dirty.

The story told in Genesis 2 depicts God planting purposely, beginning a world swarming with life. Into this story, God adds a human, living alone in God’s presence.

Again, I wonder: Why mess this up? So nice, just the two of them in paradise.

Yet in God’s creative scheme, one is not enough for the collisions necessary for abundance. God creates a second human—and still, the resulting chaos isn’t enough.

He orders the two to increase, to multiply, to make more and more and more life. More noise, more chaos, more crashing and colliding, more cacophony.

It seems that God thrives and rejoices in the pandemonium of living things bumping constantly against each other—and believes that we do too.

Anyone who has attempted living both alone and in a crowded household knows that much fulfillment comes out of relationships, but also a great deal of clamor and crazy. We flourish through jumping into the crazy, by surrounding ourselves with creation and burgeoning abundance.

This isn’t how we want to picture goodness, most of us.

“God is present not only in prayer and meditation rooms but also in the dense fertility of life crashing everywhere.”

We don’t like the constant jostling and treading on feet, don’t want to be tripped up by crowds, nibbled by gnats, bombarded by smells, harangued by noise.

We’d like to think that real goodness, Godliness even, lies in the silence, the solitude, the ordered, clean, and controlled.

But our Creator doesn’t seem to agree.

Everything about what He made is alive, teeming and swarming and crawling and howling.

The only alternative to abundance is death.

Life is where He is.

In the towering storms and bubbling brooks, in the crying babies and chatty neighbors, in the watermelon juice dribbling off our chins, in the scuttling chipmunks and soaring dolphins.

This crazy, abundant, bombardment of sights and smells and sounds is where He delights, where He hangs out, where we can find Him.

God is present not only in prayer and meditation rooms but also in the dense fertility of life crashing everywhere.