Troubled thoughts.

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When considering things which cause me intellectual flatulence or constipation my mind naturally seeks wisdom with which to relieve, sooth, understand, cope, or otherwise manage the situation. To those ends, my mind wanders toward God. Usually, quickly or slowly, this does solve the problem in my mind if not the problems which cause the binding or other embarrassing factors. Working with a blueprint, however, can allow for me to be more surely actionable regarding those problems, as I may. But that is not what this is about, or only tangentially. While considering some things that were on my mind, I took them to God. And I dealt with them in my own mind and in my life as I could. As my time there was winding down I was considering God in a general manner. I began to think of the miracles performed by Christ and the things God had done otherwise.

Oh, I know, the naysayers are always lurking about somewhere. For me that is not really a problem, they remind me of the people who denigrated a birthday present mostly from jealousy or because all of the love they know was given to them in extraordinary gifts given to them to avoid their parents actually having to, well, love the child. I have plenty of room for sympathy to the unloved, even if that is because of their recalcitrance. Then my mind wandered back to miracles. Turning water to wine, walking on water, even feeding the many with little, while rather impressive from my current human understanding and ability, these are not impressive. What? Correct, these things do not incur incredulity in me. They are, in a perfected world, how things work. Actually, they are how things work, they are physics, we are simply incapable of making that engine function in our current state. Christ rising from the dead poses a serious strain on my metaphysical physics model until one thinks a bit. Man was not meant for the grave.  If this is true and it is true that Christ was perfect then my model stands uncorrected, whole, and literally. I had to think then, what is it that God does which impresses me. What do I find miraculous. 

Ah, that would be His patience. It could be argued He built this into Who He Is, that it is merely mechanical, or even that since He exists outside of the constraints of time, that patience is not actually needed. However, being beyond the constraints of time after having created all He loves and wants within it would desperately make Him a subject to time for our sake. Yes, indeed, patience. That, absolutely, impresses me. Even as Christ suffered the lash, the cross, death, and hell, He suffered for less than a day in those in flesh and three days in spirit. the Father and the Holy Spirit suffer our sin for as long as we exist (for there are no other actors of evil, Satan and the others only influence us toward sin). Then again, perhaps I am too easily entertained. I never really know these things.