Thank God

I am not God.

And that should make most people very happy.

I would art NOT be “a God full of compassion, and gracious, long suffering, and plenteous in mercy…(Psalm 86:15). Especially when it comes to people complaining. We complain over the silliest things.

Complaints are really a critique of the work God is doing in our lives.

“I have so much work to do. It’s wearing me out.”

If I was God, I would get tired of hearing the same old song and relieve people of their work. Of course, they would complain about that too, but at least it would be a different tune.

“I’m broke. I’m always broke.”

Really? Are you broke with an iPad on your nightstand and a semi-new car in your 2 car garage? That kind of broke?

At the end of Job’s trials, he was broke. Whole family dead. A physical wreck. Financial fortune lost.

As God, I might grow weary of the moaning and be tempted to say to people,”You think you’re broke? Have you considered my servant, Job? Do you want to try his kind of broke?”

And maybe the most offensive complaint to God…

“I don’t like that church. The music is too loud or the people aren’t friendly or the pews aren’t soft enough.”

I bet this whining makes God sad.

His Son was murdered for the Church.

As God, I would be more than angry. I would be the “Oh Mighty Smiter” of those who harmed the Bride of my precious Son.

Thank God I’m not God.