It seems to us that things would be much easier
if you would just do what we ask, Jesus;
If you were more compliant and co-operative,
more flexible and adaptable,
more open to follow agendas other than your own;
But, frustratingly, you refuse to be tamed, Jesus;
you won’t be domesticated into leaving our brokenness untouched,
undisturbed,
unruffled;
No – you prod and provoke,
unafraid of the pain it might cause us,
of the comfort we may have to relinquish.
You are a Wild God, Jesus, and we are afraid of such a God,
but we choose to praise you anyway,
because a domesticated deity,
a tame grace is not what we need;
You are a Wild God, and we praise you that you are,
because any other God would be unworthy of the name.
