The title of this post comes from a quote I heard today from a sermon preached at Damascus Road.   The text was John 12.12ff, and it focused on the expectations that the Pharisees and even Jesus’ disciples had as he rode, like a King, into Jerusalem on the first day of passover (Palm Sunday).  Within four days, the “King” hadn’t wiped out Rome in some grand political coupe, rather, he spent most of his time during the week challenging the Pharisees as he flipped tables in the temple.  He wasn’t the King they expected. The sermon challenged our notions of who God is (house broken) in contrast to who he has revealed himself to be (wild). We want a “House Broken God” that fits into our boxes, one that makes me comfortable, one that is predictable, one that I can control, one that I can cuddle with when he does what I want, and one that I can punish when he disobeys. Fortunately, as Pastor Jim said, God isn’t like that.  He doesn’t meet our expectations because if he did, “there would be no salvation.”  He blows our expectations in the most foolish, terrifying, amazing way.  Wild.

By the way, this is an excellent title for some book that I’ll never write.  So I claim “dibs”.