Our youngest daughter Amara has had a high fever and it’s finally broken out into typical “Roseola” spots. What a relief. I find I’m so much more at peace once I know what’s wrong, even if it doesn’t change anything. I think that’s a Western thing, post-information age? It’s the unkown that seems so scary. I was reading Gospel for Asia’s yearly report and one thing I noticed is that many of the sicknesses people are getting healed from in places like India are mysterious – because they can’t afford the doctor or even the doctor doesn’t know. Not that that doesn’t happen here, but we are accustomed to explanations from our doctors.
I think maybe that’s the same reason we expect to be able to understand the mysteries of God? It’s kind of funny for me to read a non-believer’s take on Jesus/Christianity (was just reading a wiki article earlier today) because it’s like they’re saying “This cannot possibly be true because it doesn’t make sense in my worldview.” What’s that quote from Shakespeare? “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
One of my favorite mysteries is the virgin birth. Now, if Jesus had been a daughter there might have been a natural explanation; there are some species which routinely clone themselves and give birth to daughters without having any sex. But there is simply and absolutely NO natural way for a woman to give birth to a man without 1) sperm or 2) God. Gotta love it. =D Cuz that means that either the Bible is outright lying, or that there are some things that are not dreamt of in our philosophies. And even if some mysteries are not exactly peaceful (an unknown spirit indwelling a woman and making her pregnant? Stuff of horror films), with God I’m always happy to entertain the thought that I, and you, and humanity in general just doesn’t get it. But that’s because I do believe that He is good. Mysterious, frightening, utterly “other” but Good.