Why Can't It Be Simple?

April 1, 2011 Well, this will be my first post to my blog and I’ve been scared to death as to what to write. What could I possibly say that would have any meaning to anyone else? I have realized that I think about things and sometimes I think about them differently than so many other people so I guess I could write those down whether anyone ever reads it or not. For example, last Saturday I took our 5 year old granddaughter to see the production of Noah in Branson, MO. She behaved beautifully but with the thunder, lightning and yelling of some of the actors here and I sat very close to each other. When they acted out the city of Nod and the sin that was there along with the people’s refusal to worship Jehovah God (I had to previously explain that Jehovah was another name for God and she quickly told me she preferred just the name “God”.). She leaned over to me and said “But Grandma, don’t they know they are only supposed to worship God!!” Later in the production when people were begging Noah to get into the Ark after God had shut the door she leaned over to me and said, “If they would have just believed God they wouldn’t have to die!” I just stared at her in her simplicity of a person’s relationship with God. With her life is so simple: worship only God and believe God. How hard can that be!!! At least in the mind of a 5 year old!! Then I realized that it is Satan and the fact that we are so much smarter than God that we have to complicate it. I was also impressed when Noah came off of the Ark (boat) and his family was praising God and celebrating that out of the clear blue my granddaughter raised both of her hand in pure, innocent excitement of what God had done. I quietly and quickly whispered she needed to put her hands down so not to bother those behind her and had to remind her again a moment later when she quietly raised her hands in pure excitement again. She quickly obeyed both times but then as the days have passed the real reason I had her lower her hands is because nobody else had their hands up and I was uncomfortable with the pure, innocent praise of what God had done yet my granddaughter had “gotten it” and I had missed it. Through all of these what hit me the hardest was at the end and actor came out dressed as Jesus to explain the promise of how God had promised to not destroy the world by flood again and that next time He does it will be by fire. He stated He would be coming back again to bring to Him all of those who have believed in Him. She leaned over to my with her face just glowing and said “There’s my Jesus!!” She showed a face so full of love and admiration and joy!! Then Grandma stole it from her by quickly explaining that it was just an actor pretending to be Jesus. The sad look on her face and the question that followed broke my heart, “That’s NOT my Jesus?” I said no, he was just an actor. I later explained he was an actor actually saying the same words that Jesus said and that Jesus was in our hearts and in heaven waiting on us. But it wasn’t them same. I wish I could have her simple faith to believe whatever Jesus or scripture says to me and more importantly have the same pure excitement at “seeing” my Jesus when He reveals Himself to me rather than complicate and analyzed the joy out of it. I pray my granddaughter NEVER loses her joy and passion she has for HER JESUS!!!!