When my brother died at age 34, leaving 3 little boys, I was mad at God. I didn’t understand why He let it happen. I couldn’t get my mind around it. I knew God was faithful and good and just and it didn’t seem just or right. But it happened. As a result Jesus and I had a wrestling match.
It reminds me of a guy I’m going to be talking about this weekend – Jacob. In Genesis 32 it says, “The man said, “Your name is no longer Jacob. From now on it’s Israel (God-Wrestler); you’ve wrestled with God and you’ve come through.” Jacob named the place Peniel (God’s Face) because, he said, “I saw God face-to-face and lived to tell the story!” (Genesis 32:28, 30 MSG)
Jacob had a wrestling match with Jesus. Full on UFC-style match and Jacob is holding his own with God. Eventually Jesus has to bring in his divinity and end the match by crippling Jacob with a touch to his hip.
I’ve noticed that what some do when facing a seemingly unjust God, is they make blanket statements about His character without ever getting in the ring with Him. I think that’s weak. If you have a problem with God, step up and get in the ring and have it out or shut your mouth. You might end up with a limp, you probably needed that reminder anyway, but you will walk out of it alive and have a face to face encounter with God that will change you forever.