Posts Tagged ‘question’

Chocolate Broccoli

Posted: April 6, 2010 in Life, Uncategorized
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You know… I love God.  And I appreciate the world He has made and all He has done for me. But, sometimes I wonder why God does things the way He does. Am I the only one?

I get to thinking about what I would do differently if I was Him.  Now please…don’t get me wrong.  I do not want His job.  I’m just daydreaming; thinking out loud.

So, what would I do differently? Well, the first thing I would do is make everything taste like chocolate.  Now wouldn’t that be something?!  Broccoli would taste like chocolate. Brussel sprouts would taste like chocolate; liver would taste like chocolate. Everything would taste like chocolate!

But, if everything tasted like chocolate, then what would chocolate taste like?  Well, of course it would taste like chocolate.  The problem being, I would not really know what chocolate tasted like, because everything tasted the same.  Chocolate would no longer be the sweet treat for which I and so many others crave.  It would no longer be a child’s reward for finishing his dinner; or the special treat given on holidays and special occasions.  Chocolate would no longer be known as chocolate because everything was chocolate.

You know, sometimes I wonder why there is evil in the world?  Why do bad things happen?  It’s kind of like me as a kid asking, “Why in the world is there brussel sprouts and broccoli?”  (Now, you may like brussel sprouts and broccoli, but I’m not a big fan.)

As much as I do not like pain, suffering, disease, hard times, hate, meanness, and evil – the reality is: if these things did not exist, I would not know what love, healing, kindness, compassion, and good were. 

Without darkness, I would never see the light. 

That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Romans 8:18-19

I think I’ll just let God keep being who He is and I’ll just keep eating my broccoli; because nothing else makes me appreciate a good piece of chocolate like enduring a plate full of the green stuff.