Great and Humble God

I am pretty much obsessed with this song right now ... when the anthem builds and repeats "my strength in life is I am yours" over and over ... shoot, yeah. Speaks straight to my heart.

But the reason that I wanted to share it with you is because of one phrase that I have been turning over in my head since I first heard this song at church. In the first verse, she calls God "great and humble." Those two words are pretty familiar adjectives in worship songs, but she sings them in sequence as though they naturally belong together. But true greatness tempered by true humility seems a rarity to me ... it's almost as if the two terms are mutually exclusive. Our great God has absolutely no reason to be humble -- just check out Job 38 (if for no other reason, because God is pretty darn feisty here ... I like to think that part of my character comes from Him).
He questions Job:
“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
Tell me, if you understand.
Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
Who stretched a measuring line across it?
On what were its footings set,
or who laid its cornerstone—
while the morning stars sang together
and all the angels shouted for joy?" (38:4-7)
For whatever reason, whenever humans achieve 'greatness' (in whatever way we understand that word), we seem to deem ourselves worthy of praise. And maybe this self-exaltation isn't vocal or public, but there is a quiet temptation to pat ourselves on the back for whatever small greatness we have achieved.
It is fascinating/beautiful/mysterious/wonderful/disarming to me that the very God who created the heavens and the earth from nothing, the One who set the universe into motion, the one who knits life together ... he is characterized by a marked humility. Rather, he defines the word. The more I learn about God, the more I realize that He exists in the unknown overlap between so many opposing truths (ex. justice and mercy) ... and I love this about Him. To serve a God who is so beyond comprehension is exhilarating ... and humbling.
As I write this, I can tangibly feel the same awkward discomfort that Peter felt as Jesus knelt to wash his feet (John 13). In that passage, Peter refers to Jesus as Lord -- though he understood so little of the divinity of Jesus, he understood that footwashing was not a task fit for his Lord. I feel so undeserving of the way that Jesus, in all his glorious greatness, has relentlessly lowered himself to serve me, to wash me, and to lovingly uphold me.
Great and humble God, you are my passion!

Total side notes:
1. I am laying in bed next to my sleeping husband, and his leg hair touched me just enough to make me think there was a spider in our bed. Whew.
2. Josh and I were having a disagreement about a potential baby name, and I resolved it by telling him that our baby won't even know it's real name because I am always going to call it snugget (snuggle + nugget = snugget).