The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you can not tell
where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.
John 3:8

Eve would not live with the uncertainty of mystery.
She duped herself with the darkness of knowledge
and ceased to need God for Light.

She committed spiritual suicide by drinking the
the poison of measly information.
She would not tolerate her ignorance
and its vulnerability.
And she would not endure an Unfathomable God
who required her to live a constant state of
quiet bewilderment.

Whenever we will not condone mystery,
and lust for answers so much that
"any answer will do even if I have to make it up,"
we are ripe for the lies of mere intelligence.

And we have left God for His enemy. Like Eve.
 
This Brilliant God dangles you over
the unknown and the unknowable.
Only if you purpose to know HIM can you survive.

He knows.
The present is a riddle, the past is an enigma -
the future is unforeseeable and
the only One who knows is God . . . and He knows!

If I have to live with all that uncertainty
I am, not only at His mercy, but the mercy of . . .
everything and everyone.

But uncertainty feels like insecurity . . .
until He is the boundless anchor of
of my Life's tossing waves.
I do not need knowledge to be safe.
I need to know Him, my Jesus as the One Rock,
the solid Force never-moved by the roaring sea. 

Religion is believing that if you know
the facts and the rules it means
you know God.
Needing-to-know is actually
the insidious itch to control,
to contain . . . God!

But Our God is wild: untamed, unmanageable!
The most you can stomach is a speck of His truth.
He tells us much but as a Wise Father
He withholds what we cannot bear.

"I have much to tell you but you cannot bear it now."

God cannot be known
except by an open-ended revelation,
a continuous adjustment. 

Also . . .
we do not know each other and - more amazing -
we do not know ourselves.

I can't name you by your acts of today
with little labels carved in stone.
And don't pigeonhole my distinctiveness,
press me into
rigid boxes so you can predict me.

We have yet to know who we are,
nor even what we have been.
And especially do we not know . . . what we really know. 

Our ignorance is exceeded only by our foolishness
to think we know.

Let your question have no answer till He answers.
Live with Mystery.
Accept perplexity.
Wait . . .

Send your need-to-know into His heart.
Rest in the One who knows All
because He originated All
and rules what He originated!

Then His Secrets-shared will be Wonder
and like an innocent child, you will live in Constant Awe.

Copyright © 2000 Martha Blaney Kilpatrick