Poem: To The God Who Can Feel

I am so grateful for the spiritual “watchdogs” in our church.
When I returned, after years of being out of church, they helped reground me in biblical beliefs, dispelling quite a bit of painful misunderstanding.


But sometimes — in a dash back to my science writing days — I wish I could adjust their “sensitivity and specificity” a little! It is never fun to have someone doubt your experience of God. Does it stem from fear that if we take God too personally, it may lead to unbiblical revelations?


The (unpolished) poem below was a gut reaction to this. It explores some of God’s personal qualities, not necessarily His titles. (For more thoughts on the controversial topic of God’s mother-hen qualities, try this post.)



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How much of the experience of God can be lost, both by believing wrong things and by dissecting the faith to death? Here’s to remembering that God is a living, breathing, interactive Person — unchangeable, but always surprising me.




To the God Who Can Feel


Don’t give me a God who can’t feel
Who spins Earth into space
In precise orbit like hands of a stopwatch
Then stands by to watch it run down


Give me a God who is Family
A Father, a Brother, a Lover
(Dare I say Mother?)
A hen gathering chicks under a wing
A God who sings over me


Give me a God who can feel
Who relents from His anger
Who pities a struggling child
Who is jealous, desiring His wife
And who grieves at oppression
And knows my depression


Give me the God who can feel
Whose earth bursts with the glory of artistry
Who speaks in poems and song
And calls for music and dancing
and fills human effort with Spirit


He has every right to be Other, Unreachable
But with cold, precise science
He fashioned the eyes
That saw cold, precise Law
Manifest in warm flesh
And sport dust-covered sandals
And party with water-turned-wine


To the God who could ream me
With uncontested authority
But who stooped to scrub toe jam from feet
Who burst the old wine skins
And shattered my boundaries
To Him I bow down,
and hand over my crowns


To the God who can feel:
Your scientific authority,
intellectual superiority,
can rule over me;
You’ve felt what it’s like to be like me.


Comments
4 Responses to “Poem: To The God Who Can Feel”
  1. Emily says:

    Amazing writing!!!! I read it twice and am headed to read it again 🙂

  2. Barbara Greenstein says:

    Moving poem! Reading this brought to mind a flood of scriptures of God’s awesome character. So happy we have…

    15 For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.

    16 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

    You have a beautiful gift Debbie! Keep writing for his glory!

  3. mulberrytreehouse says:

    Thank you for the comment and great verse!! I hope everything in the poem was based on Scriptures about God’s character. I’m so grateful that He chooses to be personal — but unchanging and dependable.