Sometimes I save my 2-year-old’s life.
The other day, for instance, he tried to eat a quarter. I stopped him… forcefully… I actually had to rip it out of his mouth.
Well he was pretty mad and started crying and then uttered the toddler equivalent of, “I’m never talking to you again! Why do you hate me???” So I did what I always do because I’m calm and in charge. I started to logic him to death.
Here’s the deal: Two-year-olds get frustrated when logic is the weapon of choice. Also: Parents get frustrated when two-year-olds ignore doctrinally sound, and well-thought-out logic bombs.
I wonder how many times God has saved my life only to have me respond with an angry tirade because it didn’t happen the way I wanted it to happen.
God does not waste time logic-bombing me to death. (Apparently God is a much better Father than I am.) I often struggle with that because I want to know EVERYTHING that God is thinking.
But lately I have enjoyed the idea of mystery. Do you know what mystery is? It is the trust that God is allowed to know something that I do not know. It is this amazing comfort in the fact that I am not going to be God-logic-ed to death – and at the same time, God is going to keep saving my life.
Here is a random example: Romans 11:26. Paul says all Israel will be saved. I do not know why. I do not know how. I do not know… So my faith grows.