I want a God of deep mystery. A God who knows how to play hide and seek. A God that steps out suddenly from some place unknown to reveal His glory for but a moment, only to vanish again into the darkness. I need a God that will always have something new to reveal of Himself when and as He sees fit, so that the thrill of the hunt goes ever on, and the haunting ever remains, calling me ever forward, luring me onward to what lies ahead, always craving the invisible that is seen only with the eye of faith. I want a God that draws out the power of His Spirit within me, a God that knows my limits and pushes me beyond them so that I’m eternally desperate for Him. I need a God that has hidden treasures deep underground and not just scattered on the surface. I need a God whose treasure map is a little burned at the edges and difficult to decipher, and even though that sacred search for hidden treasure occasionally leads me to precious stones of great worth, I also pray that there always remains an untapped vein, an unlimited supply of precious metal that will always remain deep below the surface. Because I cannot imagine for a moment that this life could be but a tenth as fulfilling were it not for the joy of the journey, the thrill of the hunt, and the desperation of the passionate who in pursuit of the treasure, finds that in its finality it but brings us to the person of God Himself.
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Monday, March 30, 2009
God of Mystery
I want a God of deep mystery. A God who knows how to play hide and seek. A God that steps out suddenly from some place unknown to reveal His glory for but a moment, only to vanish again into the darkness. I need a God that will always have something new to reveal of Himself when and as He sees fit, so that the thrill of the hunt goes ever on, and the haunting ever remains, calling me ever forward, luring me onward to what lies ahead, always craving the invisible that is seen only with the eye of faith. I want a God that draws out the power of His Spirit within me, a God that knows my limits and pushes me beyond them so that I’m eternally desperate for Him. I need a God that has hidden treasures deep underground and not just scattered on the surface. I need a God whose treasure map is a little burned at the edges and difficult to decipher, and even though that sacred search for hidden treasure occasionally leads me to precious stones of great worth, I also pray that there always remains an untapped vein, an unlimited supply of precious metal that will always remain deep below the surface. Because I cannot imagine for a moment that this life could be but a tenth as fulfilling were it not for the joy of the journey, the thrill of the hunt, and the desperation of the passionate who in pursuit of the treasure, finds that in its finality it but brings us to the person of God Himself.
