How Big is God?

How big is God? When I was little, I used to see God as this big puff of light. I couldn’t see what He looked like, but I saw Jesus as that guy in all the pictures in Sunday school. I never even imagined the Spirit.

With time, the Trinity has grown for me. I still don’t have a face for God, but now I know He is bigger than anything my heart or mind can imagine. Just huge! Jesus and the Spirit have grown for me, too. That picture in Sunday school is not as I see the Son of God anymore. Now he is like a superhero, beyond anything a photograph can capture. If I do imagine Jesus, the one aspect of Him I see is His smile. He laughs a lot. The Spirit is not someone I try to pigeonhole either, but instead is more an unconquerable, always moving force.

I’ll see in heaven. Like it says in 1 Corinthians 13:12 “Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.”

I love thinking of that moment when I get to see God face to face. He’ll run. I’ll run. It will be the embrace of my existence. Perfect love.

Psalm 103: 11-12 gives us a glimpse of his size:
“For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love for those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.”

So He is pretty big. Higher than the heavens, longer than the east from the west. Huge. Psalm 18 describes God has “soaring on the wings of the wind.” That’s a sweet picture. It also says that He can make the earths tremble and storms thunder and lightning.

He’s big.

But yet He is too small for many of our problems, isn’t He?

My sister is coming to visit next week. Her first stop is Albuquerque. I am going to drive there and pick her up this weekend and then bring her back to Denver. Can’t wait to be with her. She is one of my best friends on the planet.

But first, I must drive the eight hours to Albuquerque. By myself. When I was younger, this would be no big deal. But since I haven’t done anything like this in years, I feel anxious. The “what ifs” are haunting me.

Now where does the big ole God come into play in this? It would be so easy to say nowhere. But I would be wrong and I would be missing the chance to tap into the power that is beyond anything I can ever imagine.

God wants to go to Albuquerque with me. He is for me. He wants me to have a lovely drive and sweet time with Him on the way. He is big enough to take care of me and to watch over every aspect of the trip.

So why do I put the God of all, the God who can soar on wings of the wind, the God whose love for me is higher than the heavens on the backburner of my heart?

How can I ignore such a HUGE GOD?

Once again, I have to make a choice. A choice to squish that cardboard box labeled “How big God is.” I have no idea of His power and ability and love.

It is a mistake to try and figure Him out and give His opinions like “Well, God is too busy to go with me to Albuquerque” or “God is too holy to hang out with me while I watch reality TV” or "God loves Republicans more than Democrats" or "God is more pleased with liars than He is homosexuals."

I need to quit putting Him in that box.

I pray for myself and for you who might be reading this. Let’s allow God to be God in all His majesty and wonder and awe. Let’s squish the boxes!