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Hvorfor ønsker vi å se Guds ansikt når det bare kommer til å drepe oss?
Av: Galli, Mark
Publisert: 23.03.2012
Vi synger at vi vil se Gud, men er det det vi ønsker? For hvor er det vi ser etter ham?

I recently found myself in worship singing,

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord 
Open the eyes of my heart 
I want to see You 
I want to see You.

And then I ducked.

I ducked because I suddenly remembered that God had warned Moses that if Moses actually saw God, he would instantly die. Instead, God offered to cover Moses' eyes while he passed by, and then, once he passed by Moses, to let Moses see his "backside."

Since I didn't want to die that instant—I had a playoff game to watch after church—I stopped singing. But I didn't want others to think I didn't love God, so I started singing again, but quietly, with a revised text:

Cover the eyes of my heart, Lord 
Cover the eyes of my heart 
I want to see your backside 
I want to see your backside.

This version failed to inspire me for some reason, so I stopped singing the chorus again, even though it risked my Christian reputation. Still, I joined in heartily at these lines:

To see you high and lifted up 
Shining in the light of your glory 
Lord, pour out your power and love 
as we sing Holy, Holy, Holy.

And then I remembered that, according to Paul, "high and lifted up" is precisely where God is not to be found. I was singing like those who expect to see God in wondrous signs and others who think they'll find him in glorious wisdom. But Paul said that Jesus is not to be found "high and lifted up" but "down and lowly": "For Jews demand signs and Greeks seek wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified" (1 Cor. 1:22–23, ESV). So I began revising these lines:

 To see you low and despised
Shining in the light of your glory … 
Lord, pour out your weakness and love
As we sing Holy, Holy, Holy.

That last part—about "pour out your weakness and love"—just came to me, I assume by the sudden and personal inspiration of the Spirit. In the midst of my inventiveness, I remembered another teaching of Paul, where he talked about God's power being made perfect in weakness (2 Cor. 12:9). So why should I be panting after power when what I should delight in, like Paul, is weakness?

By the end of the song—which we repeated so many times I was able to work on my new lyrics as well as text my son, check The New York Times, and forward an email from work—I was a little depressed. A more biblical song I had created, no doubt. But it just didn't make me feel spiritual anymore. I mean, what's the point of going to worship, getting caught up in inspirational lyrics, if we don't feel inspired at the end?

I was increasingly troubled as the service went on, because it seemed like every song wanted me to seek God's face (certain death!) or see God's glory (which meant thinking about the Cross, where Jesus seems to think he was most glorified—see John 17:1–2). I didn't want to die yet, and I was in no mood to think about the crucifixion. Give me a break—I just wanted to see Jesus!

I left church pretty upset. A few days later, it suddenly dawned on me that I had been looking for him in the wrong places.

Jesus said to his disciples that when they preached, "He who hears you, hears me" (Luke 10:16). It seems that Jesus believed that to hear the preached Word was as good as being in his presence and hearing him preach. But while my pastor was preaching, instead of listening to the Word that Jesus was preaching through him, I was ruminating on why I wasn't feeling Jesus in my heart and feeling more inspired.

Jesus also said that when we partake of the bread and wine in Communion, we are partaking of him. I'd been praying to merely see (and hear) Jesus, when Jesus wants to do so much more: actually live in me, become a part of me.

And then on Monday there was the homeless man, standing at the red light, holding out his hands, asking for handouts. As is my custom, I cast my eyes away from him. It's a pretty uncomfortable moment, isn't it? I mean, I gave at the church already. So I stopped looking at Jesus standing there, begging (cf. Matt. 25).

I don't know what I'm going to do next week in worship. Because it turns out, I'm much more interested in feeling spiritually high and lifted up than I am in actually seeing Jesus in his actual "glory." 

Note: "Open the Eyes of My Heart" was written by Paul Baloche. Copyright 1997, Integrity’s Hosanna! Music.

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