My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Trying to Know the Unknowable
What does it mean that we have so much to say about God, who is really unknowable? Why do we try so hard to say what can only be an approximation of what might be true, and then only for now, about someone who is so very unlike what we would like to conclude? I suppose we do it because there is a need to reach beyond where we could be were we only to be reasonable. We need to because the question of who God is, what he may be like, and of who we might be to each other is more important than other questions more easily answered.
Labels:
God,
guessing,
knowing,
questions,
reasonableness,
relationships
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