Here’s a twist on the image we often use of wrestling with God. Credit Simone Weil…
“Isn’t it the greatest possible disaster, when you are wrestling with God, not to be beaten?”
That’s worth a thought.
If you “win” in your struggle with God, what does that mean?
Your way is better?
He’s really a weaker God than the dust-man who just made Him tap out?
Or what?
I’m all for Greco-Romaning with God. In fact, that description fits real life for me. But I can’t help running with Ms. Simone’s thought: When the bell rings, the best possible outcome for me after ten rounds would be to come away with a bit of a whooping.
That’s not abuse; that’s just the reality of one man asking to feel the weight of the Heaviest Being around. And you don’t get out of such meetings without some marks.
I tap out! What go one on one with who?