When I picture God in a humanly image (because most times He's just to big to put into human forms), His form changes a lot.
Sometimes He looks like King Tritan.Except, you know, minus the fish tale. (Mer-MAN! Mer-MAN!)
Other times He looks like Morgan Freeman.
Although less so since hearing about this awful ordeal which I hope isn't true.
Point is, I see God as a loving, all-knowing fatherly figure. One who is doting and kind but also knows how to give you a stern eye that makes you slowly climb down from the roof after deciding you could do a mega-jump onto the trampoline two stories below. But also the type to find beauty and humor in small things, like a sassy comment from an old lady or a potato chip that looks like a celebrity.
I don't find much in common with the religions that paint God out to be this wrathful, menacing, unforgiving being. Don't get me wrong, I know God has His rules and standards and I believe He sticks to them. So while I approach God with humility and reverence, I still see Him as approachable, you know? I feel like I don't have to be on my knees every time I pray. (Sometimes you can be desperately clutching your husband's hand during a particularly bumpy airplane takeoff and I think He gets the message just fine.)
Part of my image of God as having a good sense of humor comes from the next up in my series of Martin Idioms. I can't tell you how many times while growing up I heard, "We make plans, God laughs."
Doesn't that image just fill you up to the brim with affection for God, picturing him laughing good-naturedly at us mere humans making big ol' decisions while He has complete other plans for us? Like the time I decided to major in Public Relations and gave it one semester before deciding I didn't even know what Public Relations was. (Don't look at me like that, I know what it is now.) I just picture God having a nice little chuckle, saying, "Aw, bless. She thinks she knows what she's doing."
Or the time that we planned on having a romantic evening in Venice and ended up taking planes, trains and automobiles across the European continent, concluding with a breathtaking view of the world's most romantic city and an incredible story. He's got bigger plans and a better perspective.
Usually Mom or Dad would say this little diddy in a much smaller circumstance, such as a cancelled party or a delayed flight, but that doesn't make a difference in the message I took from it. Sometimes bigger things are at play. Sometimes it wasn't meant to be. Sometimes it makes you feel better inside to absorb those disappointments and view it as a step in what was undoubtedly the right direction for you.
And for the record, I don't feel that God would find this post flippant or blasphemous. I feel like He'd be amused, like a father looking at his small child's finger painting. Not as interesting as a sassy old lady but more serious than a Paul McCartney Frito Lay.
What do you think?