That’s kind of strange when you think about it.
The only escape from God’s wrath is God’s mercy.
I can show respect to those I do not admire.
I can not respect those I do not admire.
Strange, subtle difference.
I can respect those I do not admire but not in the same sense that I respect those whom I do admire. Make sense? I can hold one in high regard and at the same time not respect much about them.
“If You Meet (god) Buddha On The Road, Kill Him.”
– a frequently used paraphrase of a Buddhist koan (a poem used to provoke thought)
attributed to Zen Master Linji.
It’s not from the Bible but it has some teeth.
St. Augustine said, “If you comprehend it, it is not God.”
Thomas Aquinas said, “The highest human knowledge of God is to know that one doesn’t know God.”
Something I keep relearning is that although I look intently and seem to understand more with each passing prayer, reading and struggle, in the end I don’t really know anything much about this God whom I serve. As years pass I find errors or incomplete pictures in things I embraced, which shows how frighteningly shallow my knowledge of the divine is. I know His attributes. I know His work. I know the story. I understand the church culture. I understand the current thought. I understand what I believe. But I do not understand God. I do not understand His ways.
I need to keep killing the god I create.
I watched my son as he did his work today, struggling yet persisting with this pencil. I asked if he wouldn’t like to use one of the new ones I bought to replace this old one. He refused, in fact, he adamantly resisted the idea.
“Silly, stubborn boy,” I thought.
I continued to watch him and then stopped when I suddenly saw myself. God prevail in me to throw away all of the old pencils in my life, and use the new He gave me, that sits there waiting for me, waiting for me to discard the old one.