Take any science and you’ll find, God made all the rules. He set the weight of the atom, the speed of light, the distance of the earth from the sun. The weakness of gravity and the strength of attraction are God’s ways of giving us a frame to operate in.
He counted out the spirals in the DNA, gave mitochondria their job. Split, multiply, and dispose, it’s all in His filing cabinet.
Human interaction is His side light in the rule making line. It’s not something He does with any eagerness. The Torah seems to be given with a, ‘Can’t you behave?’ kind of sigh. One rule after another is plied and piled. Humans have sometimes caught a fever of rule making. Oh, perhaps they say, it’s what God does. If we do it, we’ll be like God! I’m sure that’s how the Pharisees created their list of over 2000 rules.
Rules are made to be broken, some say. They don’t generally come in on the winning side. Rebellion isn’t what God is after when He breaks the rules. Rules bring death, whether they are kept or broken. He wants us to seek out something bigger than rules.
The way He breaks rules reveals a world with more than 3 dimensions. A resurrection body that eats, and carries wounds, and appears and disappears at will. A moment in time where the veil is ripped and we peek at something that rips our tongues out. Cells that heal, light that slows down long enough to carry nourishment.
I adore the Rule Breaker, and I’m grateful to live beyond limits.