Embracing the Mystery
I was ten years old on that day in 1969 when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. Like many, I sat transfixed in front of the television, in awe of the incredible sight before me. As a child I saw a huge adventure. My simple understanding didn’t stretch to include the bravery of the astronauts, the skill of the engineers who designed their spacecraft, the expense–I understood none of it.
But I was awestruck all the same.
Years passed. I watched the film Apollo 13 and I saw a shuttle explode on takeoff, and I began to appreciate the risks involved in space exploration. I gained a grasp for the precise intricacy of spacecraft. I heard budget debates and got a hint of the financial burdens and rewards of the space program.
But I still didn’t understand it all.
Today I remain in awe of these men and women, both the explorers and all those earthbound people who made it happen.
But I still don’t get it. I don’t expect to ever completely get it.
So it is with my love of my God. Reared in a culture that values education and understanding, for a long time I thought my faith was deficient since I didn’t understand it all. Silly, silly me.
33 Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How
unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out!
34 “Who has known the mind of the Lord?
Or who has been his counselor?”
35 “Who has ever given to God,
that God should repay him?”
36 For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be
the glory forever! Amen.
Romans 11:33-36 (NIV)
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