Sunday, I hiked between three and three and a half miles on the Salmon River. This time of year, the river’s pretty swollen from the snow that’s melting and making its way down the mountain. Instead of a lazy, meandering river, it’s a roaring, crashing, white-capped beast, frothing downstream. On Sunday, I looked at the river and saw the furious longing of God.
How much must God love us to have created such a beautiful, glorious world for us?
I’m a thinker. Most of the time I’m an over-thinker. I worry about what’s going to happen, then once something has happened, I lie awake and wonder “what if?” I analyze every aspect of my life and pick it apart. Then, I take it to my trusted friends, and have them help me analyze it further.
But somehow, when I looked at the Salmon River, my head didn’t engage. My heart did. I saw a complex and intricately-created world that spoke to my heart and said, “God loves you. And God created this to share it with you.” And there was no second-guessing.
Brennan Manning says, “I have two choices. I can escape below into skepticism and intellectualism, hanging on for dear life. Or, with radical amazement, I can stay on deck and boldly stand in surrendered faith to the truth of my belovedness, caught up in reckless raging fury that they call the love of God. And learn to pray.” (Manning, 130-131)
I choose radical amazement and the love of God.
This post is part of a weekly discussion that I and my friend, Jason Stasyszen, have been co-facilitating on Brennan Manning’s “The Furious Longing of God.” If you have written a response to this week’s chapter, please feel free to link it up at the widget below. Thanks!