Why, part 2

When I was at that age that all parents dread you know the "Why Stage". The time in your life when you want to know "why" or "how" everything works, acts, was made, is colored the way it is. I drove my folks, mainly my Mom, crazy with all the questions. My kids did too, but I really don't remember it bothering me as much as my Mom, maybe ask my kids mom, she might have a different story.
My Mom always had the best answer, I did not think so at the time, but looking back,it was. Her answer: "God made it that way for your pleasure". When I would ask: " Mom, why is the sky blue?" Her answer would always be the same: "God made it that way for your pleasure." When I asked her why humans had two arms and two legs when some animals had four legs, same answer.
God did all this for my and your pleasure. He made this world with us in mind.
Sometimes our pleasure is not known right away, it takes awhile. We fall in love with someone that we know we will spend the rest of our lives with, but something happens we break up, Why God, Why? Because the Right one for us is waiting just around the corner for us to meet, get to know, fall in love with, marry, have children grow old together, and serve Him together. But all we see is the hurt, the pain that won't go away. Why? He did it for our pleasure.
Yes, God loves us THAT much, that He would let us go through pain, because it is His will that we don't realize is perfect for us, and we want our will, and we want it NOW!!
It is hard to see what is ahead, especially since we are not God, you know your not God, right? God knows the future, He knows what roads we should go down and what roads we need to avoid. All we see is the "Right Now, Right Here".
Sometimes we cry out to God, scream to Him, Show our anger at Him, curse Him, yelling "Why, God, Why, Why did you let this happen?" And the answer is: "He did it for our pleasure?" Wow, Our Pleasure? How can we be having all this pain and anger and hurt, and it be "for our pleasure?"
The Bible tells us that "All things work together for him that love the Lord" Romans 8: 28 (Kinda My version, I guess) So if we are serving Him, to the best of our ability, and make a mistake, even a HUGE mistake, guess what? Yes, we will be made accountable for that mistake, and we more then likely won't like the punishment, but "All things work together to him that love the Lord"
So, say we get put in jail, for doing something wrong. We admit we have done wrong, God forgives us, but we still must be held accountable for our actions. So here we are in jail, how is that going to "work together" for Him? Our time spent in jail may be the best time in the Lord, we will have time to read His word, we will have a "captive audience" to talk to about the things of the Lord, about the things we did wrong, and how He forgave us. Instead of yelling at God: "Why, Lord, Why did you allow me to end up here!!!" We could make a difference in other lives, as well as ours. Believe it or not, Jail is a good place to grow spiritually. (Yes I have had experience in this area, I do know what I am talking about, ask me sometime, I will share it with you)
OK, so what about death? "God, why did you allow cancer to take my Mom last year, why didn't you heal her?" That is a question I have asked God lately. Why, what good will come from this? I don't have an answer for that one, other then to say "He did it for our pleasure" Our PLEASURE? My Mom is dead, she is gone from my life and I miss her terribly. How is this for my pleasure? My Mom suffered for about 2 years with Cancer, she was in pain, she took Chemo Therapy with all it's side effects, she suffered miserably. She is no longer in pain, she is in a perfect body dancing at the foot of the throne. Her pleasure is complete. She knows the meaning of true joy, hope and HIM> That does give me pleasure.
So the next time you start to ask God "WHY" just think: "How could this give me pleasure?" God knows, and you will too, eventually.
God never told us that this life would be easy, just that He would never leave us or forsake us.