God doesn’t fit into neat little boxes. Never has. Never will. Boxes are what humans use to try to make sense of God and of life and of love and living. Trouble is, it is not possible to make sense of God. He’s too big. He’s beyond what our puny little intellect can grasp. This is not to say that we should not use our intellect and our reasoning, not at all! But we must recognise our limits. Trust is what fills the spaces in between. Faith. Hope. Joy.
I reblog the post below because this so accurately describes what I have been experiencing these past months and years, particularly during this prolonged period of ill health. I am glad that God has used my illness to reach me and to teach me. What a privilege! I hope it will bless you, too.
got dunkedwas baptised (as an adult) it was part of the ceremony that the pastor would give each candidate a bible verse or passage which was a special verse for them. Mine was:
“As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love.”
John 15:9 (NRSVA)
Reading the post below, I was reminded of this verse, given to me on that wonderful, life-changing day. I see how God has been faithful to that – what? – promise? I don’t know. But He has been faithful. It is just… beyond words. The only word I can think of is one that the angels sing at the feet of the throne in heaven:
Ponos. It’s a word used by many Eastern Fathers of the Church. In itself, the word means simply fatigue. But in a spiritual situation it describes the state of having the will to do God’s will and, through all this, becoming fatigued to the point of being unable to go on farther. And what a blessing that is! For it is then, when our guard is down and the caverns of our soul and body have been dug deep, that there is time and space and a means for God to enter, not just in bits and pieces and as we consciously allow it, but in a flood that surpasses our own consciousness and control.
In early 1949, in a letter to a fellow Redemptorist brother, Marcel Văn writes about this ponos, this fatigue to the point of being unable to go on, but in which the space…
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