Wrestling with god.

My good friend Mackan Andersson came by today for a chat and a coffee. He brought me this beautiful one page of a 16th century vulgate bible with a woodcut of Jacob wrestling with god. Reminded him of me he said …

And yes that is what it feels like, wrestling with god. Yet I am unsure, I don’t think I am wrestling with god. I am wrestling with the Goliath that is church and organised religion. I am wrestling with the Leviathan of preconceived ideas and ideologies, the raging dragon of systematic theology, but I am not wrestling with the god self.

It is a consoling thought that I still can feel the lure of the divine calling me, luring me forward into new and ever more intricate dance moves in this perichoresis. No not a wrestling match, an intimate tango, that may sometimes look antagonistic but it is instead a suggestive, breathtaking swirling dance. The fighting or wrestling is reserved for the constructs of man. Theology, Church, Culture and Society or as Paul put it the powers and principalities.

 

  • http://www.facebook.com/sabrina.troy Sabrina Cale

    Well said P!!

  • http://www.mackanandersson.se/ Mackan Andersson

    Jacob came out transformed from that wrestling match. Never the same again.

    God don’t seem to mind us wrestling him, by the way. He seems quite ok with us engaging him in hands on battling… …whereas organized religion seem to be more preoccupied with us not rattling the cage too much.

    Just a thought.

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