I’ve been away a bit, in the geographical sense, and also in the ‘feeling a bit detached from things’ sort of way too.
I’ve been reflecting on the reality of God and the place of seeking. Some might say that we only experience God because of an inner desire so to do – that the seeking produces in us the apparent reality of God. But this flies in the face of too much personal experience. I have friends who were not looking for God, but who were touched by him in a way that completely overturned their former atheism. And I know lots of Christians who long for a greater reality of God, but don’t seem to get it. Aspiration seems to have little to do with revelation. But, more importantly, aspiration does not create for us a reality that hitherto had been non-existent.
A few days ago, thinking about all this, I wrote the following…
Our seeking God does not make him real, it reaches through like a hand reaching through a curtain to grasp that which is already real, though hidden. How do I know God is really there? I don’t, until I reach out to grasp. And when I do, I discover that it’s his voice (whether through hope or through despair) that’s been urging me to dare to seek, to reach, to grasp hold of that which already has a hold of me.
And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. Heb 11:6.