"A Beautiful Collision . . . "

Why is this so foreign to us? What is it about the majesty and power of the very God we were created to worship, that makes us feel so estranged sometimes? Is it that perhaps in my worship to the King of Kings, I forget that He became a man, and lived among us. Is it that in the adoration of my heavenly father, I fail to remember the supreme power of the God that whispered the stars into existence. Or is it that I'm so caught between the two? Caught in the beautiful dichotomy that our God is. On the one side, He creates and destroys with a brush of His finger. Yet at the same time, when I am hurting, He reaches down and holds me in the center or that very same hand. I don't understand that. How could something so powerful be so gentle? And how could something so comforting, be so awesome? I don't know how to approach such a perfect contradiction. I feel like if I approach Him with the caution and reverence that is due to a King, I am throwing off the very son ship that Christ died to give us. But if I come at Him like I often come to my dad, I feel like I'm flying in the face of the sovereign  God and King that He is. Maybe the beauty of this contradiction comes from His willingness to receive us as both son and subject. His sacrifice didn't end with His son on the cross... It continues through the righteous humility He continues to show us. He doesn't have to take us as we are, He chooses to. His ways really aren't ours. I still don't completely understand it, but maybe that's the miracle of it all . . . I don't have to. . . .