grav·i·ty (n): the force of attraction by which terrestrial bodies tend to fall toward the center of the earth.

God (n): A being conceived as the perfect, omnipotent, omniscient originator and ruler of the universe, the principal object of faith and worship in monotheistic religions and the force, effect, or a manifestation or aspect of this being.

force (n):

  • physical power or strength possessed by a living being: He used all his force in opening the window.
  • strength or power exerted upon an object; physical coercion; violence: to use force to open the window; to use force on a person.
  • strength; energy; power; intensity: a personality of great force.
  • power to influence, affect, or control; efficacious power: the force of circumstances; a force for law and order.

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    I marvel at the place God has in our lives. A present not usually noticed until something happens… much like gravity. When one just merely exist, lives in a normal state, the force of gravity is not particularly noticed, it is there, and it effects our lives directly, but we do not point out the standard G-forces upon our everyday life. But when we either ride a rollercoaster for the G-thrill, or drop an expensive vase, or fall… we notice the gravitational input that is constantly present in our lives.

    God works a bit like this, (I guess). He is a never changing, always present, constant force within our lives, yet we fail to notice Him until we, ourselves, change. In our moments of fear, doubt, danger, thrill, anger, destitution, inability, frustration, etc we notice His input in our lives.

    He was always there. Gravity always exerted a force upon that vase, but it was the human who knocked it over.

    I suppose I’ve been learning this in life recently. That God is always there, and if you are willing to listen, you will know He is. But just like I don’t consider the force of gravity when I wake up each day, I often forget my Creator is among me always. But this is where gravity and God differ… As humans we have subconsciously learned to obey gravity, not to jump from high buildings (although there are always rebels against God and gravity alike), not to lean all of our weight past our balance point, not to just fall backwards… We have learned the consequences of not obeying gravity early on. Our first baby steps were those lessons: Gravity sucks, literally.

    But where are our learned ways about God? I’ve watched little kids take their first steps… hesitant wobbling steps that usually end with something like ‘& Baby go boom’. They fall. They bump themselves around. That’s why we’ve got parents to hold us, to teach us how to walk patiently, obeying a supreme law of physics:gravity. We learn from the older ones around us, who devote their time into our lives and show us how to obey another external force: God.

    In my short walk of four years, I’ve been blessed by incredible leaders, pastors, adults, worship bands, and speakers who do their best to show us how to walk consciously aware of God’s force in our lives. But even those ‘parents’ (bear with the comparison, please) sometimes fall.

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    This past year my mom fell down the stairs of our house. Although she was bumped and bruised, she got up and was seemingly okay. But beneath her ‘oh, I’m just sore’ was something serious, something that if she hadn’t just brushed herself off and gotten up so quickly and worked on for 3 weeks and didn’t rest at all after… she might have had to have such seriously surgery. My mom was hospitalized for 2 weeks, was in a drug-induced haze and confined to a bed for over 2 months, and lost all feeling in her left leg. All because she splintered a few of her vertebrae and then they progressively got more and more damaged over the weeks she resisted resting or help.
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    I feel like God has a lesson to be learned in this as well. Often those leaders who have shown so valiantly what it is like to walk faithfully in Christ have done so not when they were at the top of their game, with the best talks, the best songs, the happy stories, the jolly smiles (I am not, I will say it again, against happiness or joy & I do believe that those good times come from God… but…) but… I have learned most from those leaders, those ‘parents’ to my faith who not only patiently waited for me to try my first steps, who helped me up from the times I’ve gone ‘boom’ (and oh how many times that has been), and who encouraged me constantly… but who admittedly fell themselves. Those who have said, “I don’t know where God is in this”, or “I’m full of doubts right now”, or “I have no idea what God is doing in my life”, or “It is hard for me not to blame God”.

    I believe that it is a beautiful thing. The falling.
    I believe what is more beautiful is the getting up.