My favorite blogger Richard Beck wrote today on mystery in his faith journey. His words resonated deeply with my own experience and current understanding.
Mystery can be a ticklish business. I would say that, for most of my life, I always felt that an appeal to mystery was a cop-out, a way of ignoring the question and shutting down the conversation. The answer Quia–“Just because”–can be infuriating.
And yet, here on the other side of my middle age, I’m starting to appreciate mystery more and more. I think in my younger years I gave reason too much credit. There are things I know and believe about God that I simply cannot articulate. Words, literally, fail me. Poetry gets a little closer, but not much. My faith is growing more mystical as the years pass. And that has been a great grace.
