I’m really blessed by reading Riz’ blog entries. (When I traded links with other Christian bloggers, she’s one of those who accepted my offer. Any more traders?)
Her posts are always a testimony of a vibrant relationship with God. Just take a look at this October 9 entry. (It’s an archive page. Riz, you should make a permanent link for easy referrals to your pages. :) ) It made me flash back wards about 4 years ago when I had my paradigm shift. When the first time I said, “Lord, can I share a joke” and not feel embarrassed for saying it. When the first time I learned to literally and intentionally sleep at night while talking with God and not feel that he is angry with me for doing so.
For some, uttering “unholy” words when talking with God is blasphemy. I was like that before. For most, falling asleep while praying is disrespect. I was a “sleeping-while-praying-hunter” before — well, in the church.
But can’t you tell a joke to your dad? Not if you’re afraid he’ll burst into anger when you do so. And did you hear you dad saying, “Here you go again! Falling asleep while talking with me?!” I can’t remember my dad saying that. What I remember was a soft hand cuddling me — he didn’t mind if I fall asleep while having that late night chat. He simply want to make sure I’m comfortable in his arms.
Telling God a joke is a reflection of my relationship with him. While I give his holiness my deepest respect, it makes me feel closer to him to the point of sharing with him even my silliest thoughts. Falling asleep while praying isn’t disrespect either. It’s the best way to end your day! Imagine, falling asleep in the Father’s arms?