God is good crazy

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‘God is good.’

‘All the time’

‘And all the time’

‘Good is good.’

Oft repeated in my presence. In church. And other gatherings where believers meet.

One day, my parish priest added, ‘God is crazy’. There was utter and profound shock amidst the congregants. There was a smattering of ‘Noooooooo’, from mouths not agape at the thought of a crazy God. He still says it, once in a while, ‘God is crazy’, laughs heartily, but not once has he ever received a unified response. I do not know what his expected response is.

I was not shocked. I thought - he thinks the same? Because I confess, I have thought it. I have. I have with temerity to thought that God is crazy. In a good way. A good kind of crazy way. Does that exist? And I am not being irreverent. I am just expressing my inability to understand Him in my little human thinking.

Me thinks this – God decided He was going to make man in his image and likeness, out of love, for He is love. He did not need us, He did not need me, for He is complete within himself, but still He made me. High expectations.

We foiled his Plan A of course – man, and I. We ‘about-turned’ from Him and we were left high and dry, distant from his constant love. Un-communioned with God. Dead.

Plan B, was Jesus. Which makes me wonder, what if Jesus had not fulfilled His part, and He had refused to lay down His life for me? Could a part of God not do what God wills? Would I ever have been born again in the Spirit of God?

Would Plan C have been activated? Was there a Plan C?

All I know is, even after all is said and done, I have a yearning in my spirit. My spirit which is in His image and likeness. A yearning to return home. A hope. Based on faith. Clinging in trust. On love eternal.

And that’s that. So simple - obviously. So complex - incomprehensible. To me at least. Crazy. Good crazy.

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