Bec Oates | 98five blogger
What about that awkward moment when God is…well…silent?
I’d give him a bad report.
Attendance — F
Actively participates in class activities — F
Completes tasks to the best of their ability — F
Meets course requirements — F
Works cooperatively with others — F
Fail God, Fail.
Like, when you’ve been pounding and pounding on the door, begging, pleading for him to answer…and silence.
Like when you ask him for your deepest heart’s desire…and nothing.
Like when you put yourself out on a limb, and you hang there, exposed, naked…and he doesn’t come.
Like when your heart gets ripped out of your chest, and numbness swallows you…and you can’t feel him.
Like when there is pain and desperation all around you…and he doesn’t rescue you.
Like when you pray and pray and pray for healing with all the faith you can muster…and he doesn’t heal him.
What’s with the silent treatment?
Like when you followed him, believed he was the Son of God, and then he died.
You buried him, so you knew he was dead, dead, dead.
And you woke up the next day, and he was still dead.
The dark silence of death. Crushing silence. Silence that makes you question God. Silence that makes you want to scream. Silence that makes you beat the chest of God in anguish, doubt and resentment. Silence that brings your entire faith into question.
Deafening silence. Easter Saturday.
Yes, Sunday is coming. But today is Saturday.
Because some days, some months, some years are desperately silent.
Maybe God isn’t just failing in the silence. Maybe he isn’t caught up playing Candy Crush or having a nap on the couch. Maybe he is at work in ways we cannot fathom. Maybe he knows that Sunday is coming.
Let’s not pretend that life is all Cheerios and Cherubs.
Because Silent Saturdays Suck.
Separation from Jesus sucks.
We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. Romans 8:22-25
Bec is a strikingly ordinary individual and a faulty follower of Jesus. She is best known for awkward moments, inappropriate thoughts and Australian humour. Her blogs reflect her deep commitment to discovering God and her passion for the poor. Bec has a husband, four ankle biters and a dog that matches the cushions on her couch, because that’s important. (Note: Bec’s blogs are adult-focused and not meant for children) becoates.com | Follow Bec on Facebook| Instagram