So I've been memorizing Romans 8, which is not going nearly as well as I'd hoped. But I was reading ahead (proving, of course, my obscene slowness, or perhaps laziness) when I came across this little gem in verse 18:
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.Being somewhat naturally contrary, I promptly disagreed. It's not a good idea, by the way, to disagree with scripture. So I did what any self-respecting Christian would do, and I immediately told God that this verse didn't make any sense. I can sort of wrap my mind around the present sufferings part, although I'd be happy to understand that part less. But the "glory that will be revealed in us?" I mean, what? From context clues, I can deduce that this glory is so awesome that it eclipses the so called "present sufferings," but I have yet to fully, or, hey, even somewhat, understand that glory.
And don't go getting all pseudo-spiritual on me and tell me if only I loved Jesus more or trusted him more, then I'd have happy, glowing butterflies in my soul and speak in the tongues of those ridiculous motivational posters that say things like, "determination" and have a picture of an ant lifting a volkswagen. I'll just want to slap you. Because life is hard and full of lice and muck and boils and crazy old women who want you dead.
I love the answers God gives to prophets like Habakkuk and Job, men who stand up and point out that this world and God's plan don't make a single iota of sense. I love that God never says that things are okay, as we like to tell each other, because God knows that things aren't okay. I love that not only does he not give them some pat answer, but often he doesn't answer their complaint at all, except to say that he is God and he is operating his rescue plan because we messed up big time.
Christ came to rescue us and begin the revelation of God's glory in us, and it is so mind-blowingly awesome that my mind shuts down. Literally, shuts down. So I've been praying to see the glory that will be revealed in us. I have no idea what it means to ask that of God, but since he never really answered the questions the prophets were asking, I figure he'll tell me whatever he wants. And I still won't get it, just like Habakkuk and Job, I'll stand there dumbfounded, but maybe, just maybe, a little less blind than before.