Reading some very disturbing things in Hosea. The wrath of the Lord against Israel for forsaking Him for other gods. God is angry, and it's not pretty.
Yet I'm grateful for the reminder that He does not exist simply for our enjoyment. He is not a fad or an abstract belief that comes in and out of existence based on a decision to chose or discard Him.
Why would we think that reality, time, and space revolves around us anyway? Where did that idea come from? Who among humans has earned that status? Does the one-dimensional line have the right to act as king simply because he cannot comprehend the two-dimensional plane? Does his inability to see and touch all aspects of the second dimension negate its existence? He might believe with all of his heart that he is the final and greatest of all realities, and yet he is a fool.
Sometimes, we humans, though faced with every evidence of things that we lack the ability to create or comprehend, still deny the existence of anything greater than ourselves. Some even presume upon the idea that if, indeed, some such being did exist, its responsibility should be to ensure our happiness. That its concept of justice, goodness and fulfillment should find its source in ours. That its priorities should be in line with our priorities, and its time frame in our time frame. As if we hold the most accurate picture of reality, past, present, and future. As if we understood how the most minute decisions fit into the larger scheme of history. As if we lit every star and orchestrated galaxies. As if we manufactured the original spark of life.
As if the line could fathom the plane.
As if the plane could fathom the cube.
Scratch that.
As if a point could fathom the millionth dimension.
