Reflecting on Romans 11: 33-46
We’re never gonna figure it out. Several years ago, actress Meryl Streep spoke with an interviewer about her own quest to know God. She searches for a closer embrace of God, but is sure she’s never going to figure out God completely. Who will? For who has known the mind of God? Even we who have had the grace of the sacraments search for closer communion, and that search fills our lives with beauty and meaning.
We catch a glimmer of the divine, and the electricity from that encounter keeps us going for the rest of our lives. St. Paul’s encounter with Jesus on that fateful Damascus road lasts just a few seconds; the remaining thirty years of his life are spent looking forward to the day when he will meet Jesus again in eternity.
Fourth of July fireworks interfere with migratory patterns and thousands of birds fall from the sky, birds we never noticed, birds we never knew were there. And they are just the tiniest fraction of the birds of the air―one hundred billion— that our Heavenly Father feeds every day. Oh, the depth of the riches of God.
The human heart is restless, yet deeply touched and comforted by a random call from a friend, a rainbow over the highway at rush hour, a persistent intuition that we are never alone. Oh, the depth of the knowledge of God.
Who do you say I am? Jesus asks. Search your heart for your answer. It’s the only thing you ever really need to figure out.
In what ways do you experience the depth of the riches of God?
Kathy McGovern ©2023