Greetings Dear Reader,
I have stated before that I like not knowing some
things. I think that when we have some
mystery in life it moves us to greater things.
I also think that we can become dissatisfied with not knowing and accept
less than the truth so that we can say we know.
I see people abandon faith because they cannot find all the
answers they want. I think that one of
the things I love about faith is that I have to have a certain level of trust
in something greater than myself. I have
written about why I believe enough that if you wish to know you can.
In short I do not want to follow a God that is not greater
than me. I do not want to know all the
answers. I find the most intriguing
thing about faith is that this God would love me. This does not come from a place of self-loathing
or worthlessness. It is rather that I am
aware of the depth of my own sin.
As humans we are so arrogant about what we know. We know so much less than we realize. There is a mystery at the core of my
faith. The God of the universe became
like me to redeem me. It is to this
mystery that I am drawn.
To The Mystery –
Michael Card
When the Father longed to show
A love He wanted us to know
He sent His only Son and so
Became a holy embryo
That is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
A fiction as fantastic and wild
A mother made by her own child
A hopeless babe who cried
"Was God Incarnate and man deified?"
That is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
Because the fall did devastate
Creator must now recreate
So to take our sin
Was made like us so we could be like Him
That is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner.
He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."
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