God is a mystery. Jesus is a mystery. Mystery meaning unsolveable. Incomprehensible. Beyond my ability to understand. And I can take this mystery one of two ways-
I can either be confused and question God in frustration and anger and begin to doubt because it doesn’t make sense,
or I can be in awe and wonder about God in amazement and thankfulness and begin to deepen my trust in him because his goodness is beyond my comprehension.
I can either view the mystery as a terrible curse in my logical desire to have all the answers,
or I can view the mystery as a beautiful blessing in my childlike faith.
I can either believe that God is holding out on me- that there’s a catch and that beyond what I understand of God there is evil,
or that God is not holding out at all, and there is simply no end to the goodness he possesses.
