I must have seen the movie, “Fiddler On the Roof,” a half-dozen times. In one scene the portly lead character, Tevye, is in a lively discussion with a group of his Jewish neighbors.
One of them states a strong opinion about whatever the subject was. Tevye looks at him and says, “You’re right!”
A man across the small circle delivers a contrary opinion. “You’re right, too!” Tevye says.
Someone else says, “Wait. He’s right (indicating the first man) and he’s right (indicating the second). They can’t both be right.”
Tevye thinks a minute and says, “And you’re right, too!”
That’s the way I feel when we start arguing about God. One says, “God is great and powerful, glorious and mighty. He’s all-powerful, all-present, all-knowing, eternal and good.”
And with Tevye I say, “You’re right.”
Another says, “Jesus is my best friend. I talk to Him like I talk to you. Why just this morning I was saying, ‘You know, Lord, I’ve got this ache in my toe. And did you see how those people acted towards me at church last night? And by the way, Lord, I’d sure appreciate it if you could help me get a parking place and (chatter, chatter, chatter) and could you wait a minute, Lord, I’ve got to go to the bathroom? I’ll be right back.’”
And with Tevye I say, “You’re right too. (Kind of).”
How can God fill the far corners of the universe yet be near enough to hear my weakest cry?
You’re right, too! He’s all that and a lot more. He’s God. Continue reading