Losing Control and Finding God
There is a particular situation where God waits to be discovered.
I know if you are anything like me, when you open up the door to your own disordered soul and step in to see what you can do to improve a few things, that the accumulated mess can be overwhelming.
Also, when looking back on your actions and choices and understanding time only ticks in one direction, the need for the help of a power higher than one’s own begins to make more sense than it did when we were young a full of ourselves.
Here is a wonderful example of how attempting to manipulate life on one’s own terms eventually turns out poor. And yet, anyone wishing to find God will often finding him waiting at the end of their own cleverly constructed rope.
The Pharisee and the Tax Collector
[Jesus] also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and treated others with contempt: “Two men went up into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed thus: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.’ But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’ I tell you, this man went down to his house justified, rather than the other. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.”
Luke 18:9-14 (ESV)