God sense vs Common Sense
By Sharon Jaynes
Key Verse: "The law of the LORD
is perfect, reviving the soul. The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy, making
wise the simple" (Psalm 19:7 NIV).
Sitting in my backyard, I love to listen to the
sounds of all God's critters: birds, crickets, frogs, katydids, woodpeckers, and
most of all - children. Framing our yard from every side children's giggles,
chatter, and raucous play are a symphony of stringed instruments and percussions
alike. There's the rhythmic thumping of a basketball bouncing on concrete, the
squealing of little girls being chased by boys, the skidding of bicycles tires
on asphalt, the popping of a cap gun, declarations of "you're it" and
contentions of "you cheated." All blend together in a symphony of youth. Of
course the orchestra would not be complete without the reprimanding of parents
breaking up fights and reminds stubborn wills of house rules.
Rules, rules, rules. What a bother - especially
when you are five-years-old. When I was five, I never understood why parents had
to interfere and ruin al the fun with rules. I eventually decided it was just
part of their job descript8ion. Paretns: law enforcement officer who patrols the
neighborhood, runining all the fun for little girls and boys.
As a five-year-old Tom Boy, my favorite
possession was a pink sparkly bicycle with a silver glittery banana seat and
u-shaped handle bars. Streamers were attached to the ends of the handles and
blew in the breeze as I peddled around the neighborhood at breakneck speed. I
could leave skid marks as long as any old boy, balance without holding on the
handlebars, and do "wheelies" with my front tire saluting the air. Oh how I
loved to ride around the race track (otherwise known as Pine Haven Drive)
feeling the wind whip through my ash blond streaked hair and brush past my bare
shect. It was the "bare chest" part that was the problem.
"Sharon Ann Edwards," my mother would call from
the front porch. "Get in the house this minute and put on a shirt!"
"I don't want to war a shirt," I whined.
"Stewart doesn't have to wear a shirt. Shy do I?"
"Because you're a girl and because I said so.
My brother was five years my senior and he
often romped around without a shirt. As far as I could tell, there wasn't any
difference between him and me. So why did people snicker when I rode past them
bare-chested? I just didn't get it. So begrudgingly, I'd knock down my
kickstand, stomp through the house, and pull on a t-shirt, mumbling all the way.
This was not a one time incident and my mother
tired of making me dress like a girl, or should I day, dress period. But then
something amazing happed. I entered first grade. Suddenly something clicked and
I noticed that boys and girls were indeed different. It all started with Isaac
Thorp and his big blue eyes. Well, mom never had to tell me to keep my shirt on
Rules - what a bother. Rules - what a comfort.
Eventually, I learned that even if I didn't completely understand one of my
parents' mandates, it would usually make sense later on. And just like with my
earthly parents, I learned that if I didn't understand one of my Heavenly
Father's rules, it would usually make sense later. God's principles are not
randomly contrives to ruin our fun. They are meticulously thought out and
created to protect His children. God is a lot smarter than we are. Have you
noticed that? If I question Him and He answers, "Because I said, so," well
that's good enough for me, and hopefully I'll figure the reason out later - but
I may not. If I don't, I just need to remember that Father knows best.
Dear Lord, Thank you that You do not set up
rules for us to follow to ruin our fun or to cause us frustration, but for our
protection. Help us to stay within the confines of the safe boundaries you have
laid out for us in the Bible. Help us to obey even when we do not understand
your holy logic.
In Jesus' name, Amen