Who Let You In?   2 comments

I love mystery in arts and entertainment, but I don’t want it following me into the parking lot and hitching a ride home.  If insight is a blessing, mystery is a curse.  If knowledge is power, mystery is paralysis.  What possible good can it bring?  Of course, there was that little incident over the tree of the knowledge of good and evil that ended rather badly.  Apparently some knowledge and control is better left in God’s hands.  But it’s scary to be left in the dark.  It feels like it’s my fault, as though God is put out with me and won’t turn on the light, not as though he’s doing it out of love and support.  I’m really struggling to trust God with my unresolved ignorance and confusion.  Mystery has never been part of my spiritual tool chest.  Gerald May explains why:

When we were children, most of us were good friends with mystery.  The world was full of it and we loved it.  Then as we grew older, we slowly accepted the indoctrination that mystery exists only to be solved.  For many of us, mystery became an adversary; unknowing became a weakness.  The contemplative spiritual life is an ongoing reversal of this adjustment.  It is a slow and sometimes painful process of becoming “as little children” again, in which we first make friends with mystery and finally fall in love again with it.  And in that love we find an ever increasing freedom to be who we really are in an identity that is continually emerging and never defined.  We are freed to join the dance of life in fullness without  having a clue about what the steps are.

We’re just getting reacquainted.  It’s going to take a lot more time before mystery is a friend, especially a trusted friend.


Posted February 4, 2013 by janathangrace in Personal, thoughts

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  1. My trouble with mystery began as a child and because of my innocence and not being prepared for what was to come nor being able to guard myself at every turn cost me both physically,mentally, and spiritually.. Innocence was stolen. The lies I heard, believed nearly cost me my life. Mystery in this sense is a bad thing. Accountability is a key given to unlock God’s purposes. The God of mystery watched as the abuses occurred and no one came to my rescue, or was it because nothing worse happened that I was saved? This is still a mystery. When people use the unknown as their form of manipulation as a guise to hide behind, my first response to this means there is a cover-up of some sort especially knowing everyone being “selfish” with a nature that falls short of God’s glory at one point or another throughout one’s lifetime proven by their actions, choices, etc. also then have a hard time believing in much greater godly things especially of those involving mystery. Does lack of trust in God bring about more evil for those who view life in this manner? The mystery continues. Some use their selfishness. fallen nature in a feeble attempt to smear who God is, condemn themselves, or bring harm to fellow man. Yet, there is also a key of hope.freely given. Take comfort that this alone will be resolved when Jesus Christ returns.. Today knowing who He is do know the difference between God’s intentions, callings, and the men of God who on their way to meet Him in their demise will spend eternity with the Supreme, Loving God and people who are caught in their deceptions who must repent, turn from their wicked ways will be saved. Here on earth we still must deal with our fallen nature, those who are more conformed to His image as Christians all also will live with the mystery of the unknown learning to trust the good our Father gives, or will live in distrust of Him because of the evil that transpires. Being conformed to the image of God is a matter of one’s will and a way to tell our God how much we long for His embrace and to be more as God wants us to be when we choose to follow Him in spite of whatever happens.

  2. Anonymous, I’m sorry for the pain you have suffered. There is no way to make sense of it here and now. If I did not believe in the redemption of all things in the resurrection, I would have nothing on which to hang my hope.

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