Guys, what if you heard there was a girl waiting for you outside and she was the girl of your dreams and destiny? Seems idealistic, but what would you do to find out if this were true? Would you ask to first see her birth certificate, a map of her DNA or her fingerprints? Or would you run outside to look at her lovely smiling face, brush the hair away from her forehead, get close enough to smell her perfume, and ask her for a dance?
Girls, what if you got a message that the perfect, good-looking guy of your dreams was in the mall parking looking for you? Would you ask that he first text you a copy of his driver’s license or social security number, or maybe his police record? Or would you want him walk confidently into the department store, take both your hands, look longingly into your eyes and softly whisper your name?
Of course we wouldn’t do any of those legal things. We would simply want to meet our potential partner. I am married and I know my wife so well. But I don’t know her because I’ve proved her existence by forensics or legality. We can’t even find our marriage license! I know her because we have a relationship.
It’s the same way with God. We pretend we want proofs of his existence, while he simply wants us to walk from the darkness of doubt out into the sunshine of invitation and meet him. It’s really a cop-out when we ask for something like his signature across the sky, or demand he justify his commandments or defend his actions throughout history.
God doesn’t have to show his fingerprints or nailprints, or his Divinity license to every generation. He proves himself like a sweetheart does—through relationship. Rev 3:20 Look! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door of their heart, I will come in, and we will share deep friendship together.”
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