Having Fun with God
The world has been pounding on me non-stop. Testing to see how much I can handle. People stripped away, old relationships stretched to the limit, goodness and love put into question, identity in Christ thrown into confusion. A number of tragic deaths too. Life has not been a whole lot of fun lately.
I tried to make sense of it all, coming up blank every time.
I went to church this week. The first time in a while. I prayed hard to God. The first time in a while too. I didn’t ask any heavy questions or make any big demands. I simply opened up and let whatever He had to say flow inside.
Something unexpected happened.
In my spirit, I saw God wave His arms fast. They were a blur. I got closer and saw He was making something.
I shook it off. “Come on. You’re seeing things. This can’t be right. It must be your imagination.”
I moved in closer. No, I was right the first time. Balloon animals.
My gut reaction was, “OK. This is symbolic. It must mean something, right?”
I skimmed scripture in my mind and looked for an answer. “Animals? In the Book of Genesis? The Garden of Eden? Noah and the Ark?”
As I was trying to figure it out, God stacked His balloon animals on my head and wrapping them around my arms. One by one, God loaded balloon animals all over me. I stood there in front of God covered in colored balloons of every shape and size not knowing what to do.
It got weirder.
God tossed something up in the air and caught it. It looked like a thin, flat piece of wood. I moved in for a better look. It was pizza dough. God tossed pizza dough up in the air, caught it, and tossed it up in the air again. Next, He shoved the pizza dough into a huge brick oven and seconds later pulled out an enormous pizza covered in thick, rich, gooey mozzarella cheese and big slices of pepperoni.
God turned to me and said, “Let us sup together.”
God pulled up a wooden table, covered it in a blue and white checkered cloth, and added two wooden chairs. God dropped the hot pizza on the table and we sat down facing one another. He tore out a massive slice, tilted His head straight back, and let the pizza slide into his mouth. Slurping and smacking His lips, chomping down hard, making sure He tasted every last bite.
God pushed the pizza toward me. “Here, go on son, have a slice.”
I pulled out a slice with my fingertips – the pizza was piping hot – and lifted it delicately to my mouth. I was about to take a bite when I suddenly realized I hated cheese and pepperoni pizza.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a big pizza fan but cheese and pepperoni was never one of my favorites. I decided to take a bite anyway. The cheese was bubbling hot and it seared the inside of my mouth. The pepperoni slices were thick and spicy too. It was greasy, slimy and absolutely disgusting.
“Ugh, I hate pepperoni pizza. This is gross.”
God burst out laughing. “I know. That’s why I made it. Isn’t it great?”
God took another enormous slice and devoured it. He wiped His big white sleeves across His mouth and I noticed a long orange and yellow greasy streak. God leaned back in His chair and…belched. The sound vibrated the table.
Everything faded into the distance.
I stood at the back of church and wondered what just happened. Balloon animals, cheese and pepperoni pizza, and me and God chowing down.
Then it hit me.
God was simply having fun with His son.
No scripture. No symbolism. No angelic choir. No big life promises. This was the two of us playing with balloon animals, eating pizza, belching, creating a mess and not caring what it looked like. Father and son enjoying life and doing silly things together.
I opened up my spirit and God answered. He told me to step back, let it go, seek His pleasure and have fun. Enjoy life to the fullest.
When the world gets to be too much and brings you to the ground, close your eyes and pray and see what God has waiting for you.
It could be the answers you are seeking or it could be…balloon animals and a pizza party.Take a break from the world - have fun and play with God Click To Tweet
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