When Daniel was younger, he took up the hobby of building model cars. You know the kind. They’re made of molded plastic parts which you painstakingly glue together. His last project was the Batmobile from the 1960s television program. I … he … worked for hours putting the thing together and then painting it. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to make a young boy think his father could do anything.
A few months ago, Daniel was cleaning his room and produced a box of things for me to throw into the trash. I decided to sort through the box and find some items which might be donated to charity rather than go to the city dump. Among the items in his box was the Batmobile we’d built years before. I was crushed. He’d intended it for the trash heap.
It didn’t have the meaning to him that it had to me. For me, it was something we had built together; for Daniel, it was an old toy that he had no interest in. It was his, so I let him do what he wanted with his things.
Here is a difficult truth: This universe, and everything in it, belongs to the God who created it and upholds it. Your god-complex deludes you into thinking that certain things belong to you and that it’s your right to decide what comes and goes, what is “good” and “bad”, and what is and isn’t proper for your life. You may have a god-complex, but that doesn’t make you God.
O man, who are you to reply against God? Will the thing formed say to him who formed it, “Why have you made me like this?” Does not the potter have power over the clay, from the same lump to make one vessel for honor and another for dishonor? (Romans 9:20-21).