The one thing that all the girls at school avoided like the plague was ‘digiloss‘, a term that comfortably set our behaviour boundaries. There was an expectation -‘digi‘-about how we should walk, carry ourselves in public. Anything that did not fit within ‘digi‘ was ‘digiloss‘. The ultimate ‘digiloss’ was falling flat on your face, Oh myyyyyy what a fall that would be. The news spread like wildfire and it wasn’t good.
Thankfully, I never did experience this as a younger person. However, before I could comfortably pat myself on the back as an almost ‘digi’ Princess, I found myself flat on a sidewalk at mall. I thought that thud couldn’t possibly be me! why does the pavement look nearer? My senses slowly returned and the only feeling was one of embarrassment and true, authentic ‘digiloss’. There I was dust all over my jeans, scrapped knees, bits of sand in my mouth and my bags all over the pavement….This cannot be happening…ground swallow me! How undignified you look, dear. It was a spectacular failure, the ultimate bow to gravity.
Yet Joshua seems to find pleasure is falling flat on His face when he meets the Captain of the Lord’s Hosts and even removes his shoes. The twenty four elders do the same in the vision John has in the book of Revelation. Mackenzie in The Shack does the same when all He knows about God from his childhood through seminary is challenged. God doesn’t look like he does in his imagination, neither does He speak like He does in the Bible movies. The Pharisees couldn’t wrap themselves round Jesus either, His knowledge of the Law was unrivalled and yet He healed on the Sabbath, He spent time with women and tax collectors,He turned water into wine! Their cleverly designed god starts to crack right before their eyes.
Joshua, the elders, Mackenzie come to the realization that to worship God is to fall flat on our faces, our knowledge of Him is not only limited but also too embarrassing to mention. Every vestige of who we are and what we hold dear is a complete total loss in the presence of the Omnipresent one. We should completely strip our souls. Forget the bags,strip to nothing,no agendas, no titles, completely nothing….no ‘digi’ to find the our maker.
I choose to fall completely and spectacularly flat on my face in the presence of God. To go back to basics, I am clay, I fade like grass…You are God alone, Magnificent in splendour and Majesty, holy and untainted , You are all I need.
Will you fall flat on your face?