Sometimes loving God is hard. Not our man-ufactured ideas of God but God the Actual. The God who disappears for months then shows up as if it were no biggie, relax. The God who the psalmist describes as a moth that eats away all that is dear to us. The God who, let’s face it, seems without apology to have favorites. Sometimes loving me is hard. I’ve no doubt God would say that, say You’re no walk in the park either, pal. Still, I want to be able to flaunt all my eccentricities and still keep smelling like a rose. Shouldn’t a similar turnabout be just? Shouldn’t I be big enough to love God for who God is? Reverend Maclean preached that we can love completely without complete understanding. This I too believe and seek to practice with those I walk the earth with. I am learning this line applies to God as well. There are times when this is effortless, times when I say God is beautiful. But sometimes loving God is hard.