“We won’t know all the answers this side of heaven” is ‘the phrase’ I’ve received all my life in answer to many of my questions. As a child, I concluded that no one had permission to ask questions. Questions about life received short, pert sentences that inferred threat if this line of communication was pursued. Questions about christianity were worse. They received ‘the phrase’.
I reasoned that everything about christianity was secret and guarded by a God with a mean countenance, grouching out severe warnings about never asking again.
Today children question parents and receive an almost break-neck effort to supply answers, or at least tools to search. Fear of questioning seems gone and thank God it is, because quite often my generation is still delivering ‘the phrase’.
When my parents passed into eternity, I began searching. No one was present to suffer fear, insult, anger, or offence so I unpacked the needle tool and began picking at the loose threads of questions. Sometimes I proceeded in fear, but always with resolution that answers were available.
What I’ve discovered is a breathtaking journey of learning about my God and His creation. My perception of His countenance changed from mean into smiling with bright, sparkly eyes of joy. He promised to accompany me on my quests and that I should never fear searching. He never held answers secret or unattainable. He only kept them from those who don’t have the courage and passion to go anywhere with Him.
He is the ultimate lover, yearning for our pursuit. He doesn’t require great drops of sweat labor but rather passionate desire – to know His unknown secrets – His forbidden truths – and to take the chance to find that He is in all things and will be discovered everywhere.
Honestly I must admit that I hate ‘the phrase’ and reject it’s self-righteous façade of holiness. There is nothing between us and the love of our Father God. Nothing, except our own fear.