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Uncle God

by Paul Angone

Tuesday March 10, 2009

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I was a perpetually petrified little kid. When I learned how to write, I constructed a “What Terrifies Me Top Ten,” just so I could keep all my phobias straight.

The dark and clowns were both mainstays (watching Stephen King’s It without my parent’s knowledge, cemented clowns forever.) Roller coasters, spiders, demons, and my basement all made the list.

Then there were some unusual, miscellaneous fears that rounded off the Top Ten. Ordering at fast food restaurants. Siamese cats. The church sanctuary. (I wasn’t exactly a normal child.)

But my number one on the “What Terrifies Me” list was car washes - the kind where you stay in the car and drive through. Traveling through a car wash was like taking a little jaunt through Hell itself, or so I thought. The water pounded the roof and windows, trying to break through so the menacing rollers and brushes could assassinate me! I’d cry hysterically and make frenzied attempts of escape, like a cat desperately trying to avoid a bath.

Needless to say, my mom was in a real pickle. I was with her every minute of the day and she still needed car washes. So for years, my memories of car washes were laying on the floor of the car with a down comforter over my head. Then I was fine.

My mom didn’t get rid of car washes, and she didn’t get rid of me. She just brought blankets. Smart woman, my mom.

Still Afraid
At twenty-five years old, a quarter of life set in stone; I’ve still got a Top Ten, but constructed with slightly different fears. Carwashes still freak me out a little, but I don’t drive through one with blankets on my head. (For some reason, that freaks other people out.)

No, I’m scared because life’s up to me now.

I’m anxious I’ll fail. I’m terrified that I may not have what it takes.

I’m scared because I can’t see a thing in front of me. I feel like I’m driving a car sixty miles per hour with two flashlights for headlights, I’m blind without a seeing-eye dog. I’m searching for the next step, but I can’t even find the staircase. I trusted my parents when they covered my head in blankets, but now who?

Well I know it’s supposed to be God. I know I should lay my burning fear before Him, so He can put it out with His extinguisher filled with Grade-A Heaven-Air. But as I float in this deep murky water called our twenties and fear latches on me like a giant squid, do I really trust that He’s going to save me before I drown?

Well no, if I’m honest. I tell my Christian friends I do - for appearance sake. I clap and sing, raising my hands with everyone else. But I know my open palms are two liars.

Oh theologically I’d say I still believe in all the “musts.” All the things I learned in Sunday school, I still believe to be true. Cloth-cutout Jesus still has the power to multiply all the graham crackers he wants to in my book. The problem is, I believe in Him, but I don’t necessarily believe Him, if that makes sense? I believe he is God the Father, just not necessarily to me.

Put Away Upstairs
Honestly, I see God more as my crazy uncle, than as my dad. I see him only at major holidays, and don’t trust him to carve the turkey, let alone put blankets over my head. I’m not letting him have that kind of control. Instead I have the kind of trust that locks him upstairs when company comes over.

“All right Uncle God, up those stairs you go. Yep, keep on going. I’ll be up in a little while to check on you.”

“Hey Paul, what was crazy Uncle God saying tonight?”

“You know, the usual gibberish.”

Crazy Godisms
Where do I even start?

How about when he says that all things are possible with him? Or when the Apostle Paul says that God is able to do immeasurably more than we could even ask or imagine? My wildest, most hare-brained ideas about a life lived well are not even a drop in the bucket for him. Well if I really believed Him, I’d have to read these words with such a different intensity, wouldn’t I? If I really believed, Faith and Works would be doing a beautiful waltz throughout the details of every day. Instead, Faith is taking a nap and Works is playing on Facebook.

If I really believed my Father, I’d be comforted as he covered me in blankets. Even if it meant I couldn’t see a thing.

So I know some see Him as their Father and they act accordingly. They stand at the edge of the pool and jump to his open arms without reservation. But not me. I’m petrified, shivering at the edge. I want to jump, but I just don’t believe he’s really going to catch me.

“No thanks Uncle God. I think I’ll go swim in the kiddie-pool instead.” Give me numerous flotation devices to strap to my arms, as I try to survive in three feet of water. At least there, I’ll be safe.

A Couple Questions…
But if I can’t accept his role as my Father, then should I really be calling myself his child? Huh, that question is a tad frightening.

And am I really questioning the legitimacy of His fatherhood because he’s failed to catch me? Or because I’ve failed to jump?

Floating in the yellowish-water of this kiddie-pool, I’m pretty sure I know the answer.


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Comments

Thanks Paul, this is an intelligent and witty expression of something I would imagine many followers of God have felt (I certainly have). I'm right there with you, with my inflatable alligator, in the kiddie pool.


Honest, vulnerable look at living a life of faith in a world being shook to it's core! Great job Paul! Most of the Church is in the "yellowish-water" of the kiddie pool. I think God is bored with the kiddie pool. He is not only beckoning us to jump, He's asking us to go the the high board!!


Hey Paul, Great honest comments. I think we can all relate. Have you thought about posting this on a secular blog site? I think this crosses boundaries.


Paul, way to go throwing pretense, candor, and "the Christian facade" right out the window. It's about time people started writing with more heart and less "christian-ese". Frankly, I love the authenticity, and I like where the article takes me. Could you send me some autographed items next time you're in town? That way I won't have to beg you for them later when I'm trying to sell them on e-bay so I can put the twins through college. ;)


Great post Paul that I identify with...1/ My wife is still scared of car washes! (maybe we have really scary ones in NZ!) 2/ Even in my fifties I still have a Top Ten. I will shares this with a few of my friends


These kind of articles are why I love reading the ooze!


Ok, I knew about the car wash, the Siamese cats (from"Lady and the Tramp"), ordering at fast food places, all amusement park rides, and clowns ( and who isn't?), but the church sanctuary? That's a new one.

And fear of God the Father, also very common. We reduce our fear when we reduce who He truly is. Yet He's never, ever safe, but always, always good. Where is the adventure in being safe? Perhaps that's our cultural problem these days, we value safety over adventure. I agree with Dr. Louis, God is tired of the kiddy pool. Jump, Paul, jump! The "smart woman", Your Mom.


I love you, Goner. Seriously. Thanks for being so honest. Life is scary - uber scary. "He never said it would be easy, He only says I'll never go alone" - a line from Ginny Owens song - the blind Christian recording honest. It brings me comfort - I hope the same for you too. And I, along with everyone else who loves you, believes in you - and in your Crazy Uncle :)


Thanks Paul for your humor and authenticity. This is a great read. Now, get your blog up so I can continue to be entertained.


So is it wrong if I have a dream that one day I will have a crazy uncle, a real one? I want to lock him up in the attic, feed him fish heads, and poke him with a stick. Your article is great Paul! I think that a lot of people can relate to this. I know that we have all been in the kiddy pool at times in life, I look forward to the day that I can be sailing on the ocean blue!

Keep Writing!

Chad Andrew


Whoa - you really have a way with words!! Great writing Paul!! Loved your article - laughed all the way through it until it home with me and my fears (snakes in a dark basement always did me in - YIKES!!) Keep writing - you have a real gift of honesty & humor that the world needs, especially in these times. PS How's my radio/alarm clock?


Flippin' hysterical!

Paul, what's really frightening is being out here in the deep water with Him and looking like hell in a swim suit!

Kelly


I'm at the end of my 20's having just turned 29 and I feel I can relate to this. Navigating the last decade wasn't always easy but God was faithful. And I think that even when we let God down, or at least let ourselves down, he has a wonderful store of Grace that he freely dispenses, and that is why he wants us to think of him as a Father (as much fun as it would be to have an uncle locked upstairs and poke him with a stick!). 2 Timothy 2:11-14


Paul, I am also 25 years into this thing called life. As graduation from grad school looms 2 months on the horizon with no job in sight, I too am terrified that I may not have what it takes. With my beautiful, yet unfortunately laid-off, wife of 10 months by my side, I really want someone to cover me in blankets. I am petrified with the fear of not being able to make it, especially now that my life is not solely my own. This article resonates deeply with my place in life and provoked some very challenging questions about my faith in the One that I so deeply want to call my Father. THANKS!


Paul, you are a gifted writer. I loved your honesty and humor. As I look back at my own journey of faith, I am glad that I am reaching into my late 40's having the 20 and 30 somethings behind me, totally and completely locking that "Crazy Uncle" never to come back into my world, I can truly say that He has been with me all those years when I've been diving into the world, catching me and putting me back on my feet again and again. I believe you've already jumped and He has caught you. Thank you for this article


Well-said! Thanks for making me laugh and for making me think.


How refreshing to read and relate to what I myself and many people in their 20's are experiencing. I am encouraged that I am not the only one scared to take that plunge in the pool. I actually remember as a child being nervous to jump off the diving board and watching every other kid, including friends, enjoying the experience. Until one day, I resolved to jump off the diving board. The line was always so long, so once I got on the board, there was no turning back. I jumped. And then maybe jumped 10 more times that same day. Then within a month, me and about three other people were the only ones doing backflips off the board. It was the best summer EVER!!

So, JUMP! And then keep jumping. We have no idea what we could be missing out on. And jumping into God's pool of promise is way better than any floating devices I'm sure. :)


thanks for sharing these thoughts. I'll be washing my car by hand now and never swimming with you again. In all seriousness though - keep preaching.


Paul. I liked it! I can relate. Even when things are going great in life it's hard to take that plung into the deep end. Keep writing buddy! MD


The problem may not be jumping but we've been convinced that jumping is getting out of our comfort zone and by cracky joining that choir or coming to the work days on Saturday. Maybe jumping won't look like church stuff at all. I have a "horse theology" tale on my blog that talks about crossing the line. Will I ever nimblewillsgrace.blogspot.com


 

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