i have to believe that there is a god
and i can’t pass over the life of jesus and ignore it
he clearly spit time in two.
but that doesn’t mean that i care to have him figured out
i kinda of enjoy the mystery behind it all
i don’t want to believe b/c i know,
i want to believe b/c i believe
I don’t understand God
all i know is that he does what he wants
when he wants
and how he wants
sometimes i think
of our infatuation with understanding Him,
as being equated to that asst manager or overqualified employee
that kisses the ass of the ceo or manager,
in an effort to get his attention and affection
but isn’t that the guy that always gets fired, and not promoted?
after all he is the one that has bugged the hell out of his boss
and everyone else has seen straight through the guy
and been dreaming of seeing him getting layed off
i’m only guessing, i’ve never worked in corporate america.
The expectation to figure God out is the height of arrogance or ignorance and maybe both. We have such small, finite brains at the feet of an infinite God. Mystery is part of faith.
But the yearning to understand God, to know everything about Him, to scramble for all the crumbs of knowledge about Him is the sign of a heart that’s caught wind of home on the horizon. We cannot sit in the middle of the path and say, “I’ll never get there so I’m not trying.” After all… the further down the path you go, the closer you are to the end.
We can’t earn or learn our way towards a God who freely saves us. But we CAN be desperately moved to pursue Him and know Him the fullest. What kind of husband doesn’t want to know anything about his wife? Just because I know my wife loves lasagna doesn’t mean I love her more.
But how much would I truly love her if I wasn’t hungry to know and love the things that she does?