In The Wizard of Oz,
a young Kansan girl, Dorothy, and her house are both transported by a tornado
to the magical land of Oz. Dorothy wants to go back to Kansas, and so decides
to ask the Wizard of Oz for help. On the way to see the wizard, Dorothy meets a
lion without courage, a tin man who has no heart, and a straw man who has no
brains. When they arrive, the Wizard promises them all they ask for, if only Dorothy
can kill the Wicked Witch of the West. Dorothy does so, with a pail of water.
So they all finally return to the Wizard’s throne room to claim their prizes.
And it turns out that in spite of the fact that the
Wizard seems to be, in turn, a great head, a ball of fire, or a terrible beast—it
turns out that the Wizard will not deliver what Dorothy and her
friends hoped for.
Many Christians treat God much like Dorothy and her
friends treated the Wizard. That God is bound to disappoint.
What I mean is this.
Many of us, certainly me, have been told since we were
knee high to grasshoppers, that our God—if not a wizard, is sort of like an
Emperor-Pharaoh-Caesar God, only better, because this God can do magic too. This
God rules over every detail of our lives, sometimes answers our prayers and
sometimes not, and after we die, he—God is always a “he” in this tradition—he sits
in judgement over our lives too, like Caesar, offering some of us a thumbs up
and some a thumbs down.
In seminary, this God was described as—using words and
concepts mostly derived from Greek philosophy—omniscient, immutable, impassible,
infinite and omnipotent; God is omnipresent, of one substance, not mixed,
uncreated, self-existent, self-sufficient, immaterial, perfect, and—in spite of
all of these descriptive words, God is also ineffable, which—ironically—means “unknowable.”
My professors also introduced me to Saint Augustine, who said,
“Nothing, therefore, happens unless the Omnipotent wills it to happen.” John
Calvin added, “God foresees future events only by reason of the fact that he
decreed they take place.” In other words, according to these giants of Western
theology, it isn’t just that God permits terrible things to happen, but God
actively insists that they happen.
Finally, this God sends his son to death on a cross. This
is because, according to most Christian theology, God cannot forgive us our
sins unless his (mighty!) divine honor, which we have offended; or perhaps his (mighty!)
divine sense of justice, that we have transgressed—God cannot forgive sins
until he is appeased by blood. Which, to me at least, makes this mighty God of
Western theology seem very small and very petty, because most of us know how to
forgive—say our children, or our friends—even we know how to forgive without
demanding an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth as forgiveness’s price.
Look, I admit this picture of the mighty God of Western
Christendom is a bit of a caricature. Forgive me. But this view of God is out
there, everywhere, it seems. However, I would like to suggest another picture of God also found in scripture's pages that I find more helpful and more believable.
This God is—surprise—not a God of power and might, but a
God of weakness, a God who comes in the still quiet voice, the God who, says
Isaiah, hides; the God who is about as mighty as a first century fisherman, who
is so tiny and inconsequential that she lives in our hearts, as insubstantial
as a puff of wind from who knows where going who knows where.
And, with respect to all those theologians and
philosophers who have important sounding Greek words to define God, remember
this: just as you cannot nail down the wind to examine it, you cannot nail God
down to examine her. The best we can do, actually, to describe God is to tell
stories and use metaphors and similes. So Jesus said, “God is like the wind”—so
also says Isaiah too—who then adds, you cannot measure this God on any scale. God
is what no eye has seen, no ear has heard. God is weak, in the very best way
possible, like an evening wind that refreshes after a hot day, one that caresses
and rebirths us.
God is weak. This means that as much as we would like God
to interfere, fix things, answer prayers to repair Aunt Minnie’s gall-bladder
or fix the US election, God will not. Such interference, like antimatter, would
destroy our world and universe by compromising its very structure as a marvellous construction of cosmic law and matter, of human freedom and risk. The
weakness of God is the tradeoff God accepts to give us life.
God is weak. Jesus explains. He said, “I am the way, and
the truth, and the life. No one comes to the father except through me. If you
know me, you will know my father also.”
Amazing. This ancient Jewish man, a poor pedestrian
carpenter, says, “If you know me, you know God.”
So if Jesus is mirror to God, this must mean that like
Jesus, God does not raise her hand or lift a sword or use threats of hell to
get her way.
If Jesus is our mirror to God, then we meet God especially
in our embrace of the hungry and the refugees who cross our path, for Jesus
says he is to be found in the least and the last.
If Jesus is our mirror to God, then we must find God especially
in the wisdom of parables that cannot be humanly explained, and in the humility
of beatitudes that the strong in this world scoff at, for they are not at all impressed
by divine weakness.
God is weak, by her own necessary design. But God is also,
says a Jewish rabbi, like a little girl who hides during a game of hide and
seek, and then laughs to give herself away. And when the wind blows, if you
listen carefully, you will hear that laughter, which is actually a divine invitation
for us to find our true selves, to become fully human, to square our own
shoulders and live as God’s own ambassadors of love and reconciliation.
God is weak, like a gentle wind, so that we may be
strong, like God.