God of the Impossible

God of the Impossible

The Bible, it makes no sense. Walking around a city seven times for the walls to come down?  Using trumpets and clay pots for weapons?  People walking through water?  Being fed by ravens? Feeding 5000 from a small lunch? A virgin birth? 

Over the years I have been told how these things may not have happened. That the writing is old and biased from one person’s view. That its narrative, poetry, a folklore.  It’s only symbolic. It’s an error in translation. It’s explainable, in another way, in another truth. Over the years, I have heard it all. How this didn’t happen - it would be impossible.

I accepted Christ a long time ago. Accepting Christ was the easy part. Accepting me, and accepting the life I live, has been a constant struggle. And in that struggle, I need to believe in the God of the Impossible (Luke 1:37).

I am searching for the Christ who loves me, the God of the Impossible. The One who sees past the labels. The One who knows every bright and good part of my heart, and also the dark. The God - my Father, my Saviour - who tells me there is no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1). The One who calls me a new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17). The One who tells me that the Spirit of Christ that raised him from the dead, lives in me (Romans 8:11) And that the good work He started in me is not completed (Phil 1:6). Because believing all that, feels impossible.

I find myself in circumstances that are a surprise, maybe shock is a better word. It shouldn’t have happened. Places that are unfamiliar, I shouldn’t be here. Roles that are not wanted. New labels, and some of them awful. All of it looks impossible to survive. It feels impossible to hope and expect to live a full and beautiful life. What does it take to not be defined by my past? To look forward, without looking backwards? To accept it’s not my plan anymore.  And that Jesus is with me in this plan? What does it take to believe that He may even have me exactly where He wants me? What does it take to know that it’s not over? To believe it’s not too late?

It takes believing in the God of the Impossible.

“Mary ... saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance ... ‘They have taken my Lord away, and I don’t know where they put him.’  Jesus turned to her and said, ‘Mary.’”  (John 20) Mary was searching for Jesus, He called her name.  He calls your name.

“Jesus said in a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out!’” The grave and tombstones, they are not for you (John 11:43).

“Blessed are those who have not seen, and yet have believed.”  (Jesus, John 20:

Believe in God ... the One who chose you, loves you, and heals you. The One who calls you. The God of the Impossible