The Idolatry of Man

By Cassi Cox

I didn’t know the reality of God

God didn’t dwell

Not near me

Not amidst those I experienced every day

I didn’t see God

Feel God

Know God

Touch God

I was never loved

In a way that showed me that God is real

Present

Active

In us, among us, between us

I knew Pain; Abuse; Self-serving entitlement and taking

Oppression. Exploitation. Objectification.

I knew the world was ugly and unsafe

I knew that people were dangerous

The world was Sodom

unsafe, abusive

outcry seeming to fall on deaf ears

And then there was you

Gentle and kind

Ever present

Settling the storm with a touch and a word

Empathic and humble

Open arms and soft words

Encouraging me to live fully

There was you

Contradicting everything I’d ever known about people

About the world

You

With your never-failing faith

In God

In me

Holding space for my hope

My pain

My joy

My tears

My successes

My fears

There was you

Persistent

Sustaining

Security and Safety

Foreign to me

Hope and Adulation

Shocking to me

Love that never failed

Changing me

Relationships come and go

This change perseveres

Roots my faith

In the reality that God is here

In us

Among us

Between us

Because I saw God in you.

In a world that is constantly dangerous

Scary

And I must protect

Defend

Guard

You are proof

You validate the gospel

Living, breathing, loving proof

That this is real

This is not a fable

Fairytale

Because you exist

Through it all

in the middle of it all

You exist.

I cling to this truth

While the world crumbles around me

abuse

deceit

objectification

oppression

depression

the pervasiveness of self-centeredness

bleeds through

staining everything

everything but you.

You remain a light

A beacon

Hope

Perseverance

Faith

Love. Above All Else.

Love

Because of this

I face tomorrow

Because of this

I stand with confidence

Strong and ready

To bring the kingdom of God

to the darkness of earth

But what happens

if

when

You aren’t safe?

If

When

Your love fails?

If

When

Your light fades?

Where is God?

I cannot see.

It’s hard to hear.

Everything is muffled.

Broken

Bleak.

Can I hold the beacon for you?

For us?

Do you even want to see?

Do I?

Am I even able, now that my foundation is cracked and shaken?

What happens then?

What happens now?

I stand on sinking sand.

Be Bold, Live out Loud

-CC

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