As I have wrestled these past weeks, I realize how one of the greatest obstacles to authentic Christian representation of our time is the need for certainty in every aspect of faith.
And one of the greatest failures? Squeezing mystery into a tiny box reserved for true crime and magic tricks.
If there is a lost truth about a God of the Universe—a God who created the laws of physics, the physiology and anatomy of living creatures, the order of nature and the human psyche—it is that the created must bow down to Him with great assurance that Mystery is inevitable.
I often find myself confining God to what we know from His Holy Scriptures. That the words written down are my only focus to draw near to Him. Of course, Christ is the Living Word. But dare we contain even Him to a Bible-shaped box?
We have a glimpse. We know His design, His prototypes, His fulfillments. By the responses and callings of God’s people through the centuries, we have a glimpse of these things. In the histories of Judea and Rome and Greece, we have a sense of a Holy God communing with his creation.
But, there is danger in being on this side of the histories. Of thinking that we are all-knowing and consuming of His Spirit as the good consumers we’ve been raised to be. Using a product for power? Explaining away every aspect of God so we can be on top of society—or worse, blended into society? Trying to squeeze out the Mystery of God so we can have the perfect answers for our children, and our enemies? We run the risk of rationalizations—and in that, we forget God and focus on us.
And honestly, I am done with me.
Lately, I have been contemplating the “I don’t knows” and “I don’t need to knows”. When I step back from my own puffed up intellect and surrender the uncertainties to God, they stop tripping me up, and I am given a new way in this journey, with unknowns still unknown.
I am falling out of love with the constructs of the culture, and drawing close to keeping sacred beyond my explanation. We have the audacious ability to lean into a God who is so intimate in His Spirit, yet so vast and without bounds in His existence. This demands Mystery, Sacred spaces, and a few more “I don’t knows”.
Can our culture (American Church Culture) handle it?
I don’t know.