God is good.  There’s no doubt about that.  But at the same time, God is God.  And God is anything but safe. 

For me, this sets up a conflict.  Between my desire for a deeper relationship with the God who loves me unconditionally, and my fear of that same loving God pushing me to deal with stuff I don’t want to deal with.  Stuff that I’m keeping back for myself.  

Because God isn't safe, there's part of me that wants to hedge my bets.  By keeping things back from God.  Which means (no matter what I think I'm doing) I'm not actually trusting God. 

Doing it that way means my relationship with God is missing something.  That I'm kind of faking it.  And it's the complete opposite of what we see in the back half of Sunday's Gospel (Mark). 

More on this tomorrow.  Readings for Sunday