To me, God is a mystery: a beautiful, illusive mystery. I cannot possibly comprehend all there is to know about him. I will never have an answer to every question people ask about him or fathom how he functions. I’m okay with that. In fact, I celebrate it.
There’s an allure to not knowing.
If a person could fully understand God, that wouldn’t make him much of a god, would it? A complete comprehension of who he is would reduce him to our level. Who wants to follow a god like that, something only slightly more complex than you or I?
A god we fully comprehend would be boring.
But my God isn’t boring, and I’m quite intolerant of people who try to make him that way. These are the scholarly, intellectual types who write books that attempt to subject God to structure, to force him into a box (or book) they can hold. They even have a name for this: Systematic theology. I’m not sure if their puny, pitiful efforts amuse God or anger him. What I do know is I don’t ever want to fall into this trap.
I would never try to quantify my wife or attempt to delineate who she is. That would be futile and quite boring. Besides, my efforts would most likely irritate her. I love her and that’s what matters.
I don’t know anyone who would formulate a “systemic theology” of his or her spouse, so why do some people think they need to quantify and delineate God? Why do some people insist on taking God, with his mystery, illusion, and allure, and make him boring? Please, don’t ever do that.
Today, and every day, may we truly celebrate who God is, embracing his unfathomable depths and his endless layers. Let’s just love him.