January 18, 2008
Wonders
I was reading, and I read, “Never question the truth of what you fail to understand, for the world is filled with wonders.”
And I remembered that to understand does not mean to be able to define or even to describe or least of all to codify or to systematize or orthodoxilate. No, to understand is for something to have meaning, for there to be a connection between me and the other if only a faint filament draws us together and reminds us of how ultimately and finally inseparable is all of creation. A connection that enriches the both of us.
It is only too comforting when faced with something that doesn’t have meaning for me then to question its validity, its truth, that because it has no meaning for me it is therefore not true. This way, I miss the wonder-filled world altogether. Too many of us make that mistake. It’s at the root of red state/blue state, let alone all the silly squabble breaking up that old Anglican gang of mine.
We’ve got a couple more local clerics chasing the greener grass in Africa or the Cone or somewhere that’ll pay their pension and pulling out on the rest of us as if we have a bad case of liturgical leprosy. Neither of them have ever taken home any prizes for their judgment skills, so nobody should be all that surprised at their behavior now. One only wonders what they were thinking about when they thought they had a “call,” whenever that was in their past. Like the farmer’s lad out plowing one day and seeing the letters GPC formed by some clouds and thnking it meant Go Preach Christ, only to have his parson tell him it may well have meant Go Plant Cotton. Where was that parson when we needed him most?
Like whoever it was who said, never question the truth of what you fail to understand, for the world is filled with wonders. I sure have a few.
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