A Wandering Thought
DO I believe in God? Yes, I am aware of God as I am aware of the days of each week. I cannot understand any facet of my existence without the variable that is God. For, He is my reality— as Paul the Apostle poetically once said, “In Him I live and move and have my being” (Acts 17). With my mind, the Holy Spirit illumines truth, and its beauty rises in my understanding like the scent of a blossoming botanical garden. With my soul, I’ve embarked upon a journey of Love that will inspire the poets to speak of love with electric sentimentality. With my spirit I hunger and thirst and hunt for the LORD like Saul’s implacable, vehement pursuit of David. I’ve been reborn, and YHWH has adopted me and is raising me to be perfect (2 Cor. 3). I am His and He is mine!
I am His and He is mine!
This question organically raises the next one—what do I know about God? The answer is relative to time because mystery only reveals greater mystery. In other words, as John Flavel termed the Father is a matchless mystery. As of now, I possess only a few drops of this Eternal Ocean. I know His doings, but the ends to which He works always eludes me. I can predict His behavior, but I don’t understand why. Truthfully, I know so little about Him that more than often I hear Him speak or see Him and know it not. This of course, says more about my ignorance and iniquity than it does of Him. Kyrie Eleison! Lastly, my metamorphic question stops here— why do I believe in God? It would be unimaginable to know the LORD with this kind of depth and only experience His shadow, through secondhand accounts. I am an eyewitness— I’ve heard with my ears and seen with my eyes the Invisible One (Col. 1). Therefore, my belief is a prerequisite to an awareness of Him and this awareness runs parallel to my awe and love for Him. As a result, the continual prayer of my heart is, “Lord, may you grow my understanding, love, and awareness of You more and more— even if its just a drop every day. Amen.”
“To him who is sure of God, He becomes for him the answer to life’s greatest demands and, indeed, to its most searching and withering vicissitudes.”
