We’re never gonna figure it out. That was actress Meryl Streep, talking with an interviewer a few years back about her own quest to know God. And she’s right. We’re never gonna figure it out. But the 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?
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I have come to light a fire on the earth; how I wish it were already burning (Lk.12:49).