No man has seen God at any time; the only Son, who is on the breast of the Father, he has made clear what God is.
Was he right? Yes, he was.
Not even Adam and Eve? The idea seems plausible. In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve heard the sound of the Lord God walking about in the garden. The scripture is not ambiguous about this. If Adam and Eve had seen God, the writers would have indicated so. Jenny and I live in a double storey flat. When she is upstairs I can hear her moving around. I could write about hearing her walking in the room upstairs but that doesn’t mean I see her.
Before my father died, Christmas used to be special to our family. Christmas used to be a great time for us. My father used to come from overseas and bring us new sneakers and clothes. I think we were the first in our small town to wear the Reebok sneakers. Christmas was also time for good food and friends. I still have memories of the smells, the laughter, the visits from friends etc. We used to really have a good time. I loved Christmas.
Jeff Vanderstelt in his book Gospel Fluency says this, “All of us are living under a dominant story. We perceive the world and human interactions through the stories we know and believe.”
Our lives have been shaped or are being shaped by the stories we’ve heard or keep hearing. These stories either played out in our lives (in the case of our parents and families) or we listened to stories. One fond memory I have about my family is when my eldest sister Evelyn, sat us on the kitchen floor, and told us stories. Some stories were fascinating while others were really scary. But she told stories to my brothers and I.
Some few years back, I listened to this story for the very “first” time. And my life was changed. This story simply goes like this
David has this dilemma. His middle son has just murdered his eldest son. Absalom murdered Amnon because he raped his sister Tamar. David is then told about what happened but does nothing. His only response? Very angry! So, Absalom takes it upon himself to avenge the wrong that was done to his sister. Which he does.
The penalty of what Absalom did is death. This David knows very well. He knows the Ten Commandments very well. In a previous episode of his life, he did the same thing. He murdered his best friend and took his wife.
Now David is faced with this dilemma. How do I condemn what Absalom did without condemning him? How do I punish his sin without punishing my son? How do I judge his sin without judging him? It seems plausible enough that his son Absalom knew what he had done to Uriah and was now playing the same card. “Dad, let’s see what you are going to do to me. If you judge or punish me, then your God is so unfair because he didn’t do the same to you.”
Seven years ago, I was introduced to this revolutionary idea that the bible was all about Jesus. This idea that the bible was all about Jesus rattled and unraveled me. It did. Now I cannot but see Jesus and his free grace in every story, event or person in the bible.
This has in many ways re-shaped my thinking, transformed my affections. When I interact with the Christian, I try to shed some new light on stories in the bible and help them see Jesus. With the non-Christian secular or religious person, I try to help them understand what the Christian faith is really all about.
Ten minutes from our home is Gillooly’s Farm where every Saturday morning the Parkrun event takes place. Parkrun is a 5k event that takes place in parks where people of all ages, race, gender, shapes, sizes, etc run, or walk their dogs or baby strollers. Astonishingly, some people run with their baby strollers. A couple of times I have been overtaken by moms with baby strollers. Argh. This morning I completed my 8th park run. Yay
I enjoy exercise and running in particular. Six years ago, I made running part of my exercise routine and I’ve never looked back. I’ve run a few half marathons and 10k’s over the years. I love it. I am Kenyan and at least in my mind I think I’m one of those elite Kenyan long distance runners. (Just so you know Kenyans epitomize the best of long distance runners in the world. Just so you know) I enjoy running more so because when I run I get lost in my own thoughts. Running has become like some sort of “therapy” where I think about my life, gospel, marriage, and all sorts of things. I laugh at my own foolishness. I shout myself down. I get angry. I regret things I’ve said to Jenny. I sing and pray. I cry sometimes (or is it the sweat that gets into my eyes) Oh, you should see me.