Can I call God an arsonist?

Can I call God an arsonist?

 

 

Wait how does that work?

 

 

Also.

Not sure I like the idea of this. 

Arsonists are typically bad.

 

 

Let me explain.

 

 

Picture your life as a house.

 

 

You have spent your whole life building up this house.

 

This house is who you are and how and why you do what you do.

 

As a kid you probably didn’t know much about what you were doing. You probably threw in a bunch of random stuff for a vague some-sort of a foundation. Maybe you didn’t even build one because nobody told you you needed one.

 

Then you grew up. You began working on the walls of your house. Throwing up walls in a similar way, you began to put up not the best walls on not the best foundation. 

 

Somehow you actually got your house to not look too bad. Maybe because it’s easy to make it look good without actually needing it to function properly.

 

Your house was fitted was all sorts of cool furniture and colors. Fancy appliances where in each room.

 

But you let God to be your boss and he was not satisfied with just the outside looking cool. Actually he could have cared less about all the fancy appliances and furniture you had added. He wanted it to work and function beautifully on the inside.

 

Unfortunately all the disfuncional parts were buried beneath the cool colors and furniture. Underneath the walls, and inside the interior.

 

Because God knew you needed it he said “This is going to hurt but it will be worth it”, and threw the match into the house. 

 

You said, “Ok God I trust you” because you knew there had to be something better than the shack you had built however outwardly pretty.

 

As you watched your house fall to the ground, it hurt. Part of you hoped to keep some of the old parts.

 

 

“The fancy broken couch? Please God can I keep it?”

 

God stood beside you as it collapsed and held your hand gently.

 

You got to see a tear on God’s face as he was full of the pain of the destruction. God felt your pain and knew you were hurting.

 

Finally the smoke and ashes cleared. All the fancy furniture was gone. All the walls were gone. There stood the foundation of what used to be your house. Or maybe just dirt as you had never built a foundation in the first place.

 

“Now”, God said, “This is something I can work with”.

 

He rolled up his sleeves and brought you along as he began to show you how to build it properly.

 

Over the next week, (or maybe couple of months or years), together this time you took up the tools he gave you and rebuilt it as he directed you. 

 

A few times you said, “God look over there!” Pointing in a different direction and secretly put your own junk to fill it out the way you wanted. 

 

God being God knew what you were doing and chuckled as he knew you were going to have to rebuild this house once again. It just wasn’t time yet.

 

You knew this too.

 

 

James 1:2-4

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish it’s work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything”.

 

 

To all those who are out there where they feel their house is burning down right now its ok. Its ok to be sad and to grieve. God is there with you grieving. 

 

But God also knows this is for your good. He sees the house that works on the inside. 

 

Trust God to take the fire to your life. Its so worth it.