Yesterday I watched my son bask in the sunlight as it filtered through our blinds in our family room. You should have seen the look on his face as he attempted repeatedly to grab the warm sunshine. You would think frustration would set in at the inability to fully grasp the warm rays. Yet an overwhelming sense of joy consumed his face before he slowly moved on to something else.
It's living parables like these which give us glimpses of the kingdom words can't express. Paul did his best when he wrote of mankind's purpose that they should "seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us" (Acts 17:27). Colin's inability to manipulate and confine the rays of the sun were not a point of contention for him, but instead a comforting reassurance. Similarly, my pathetic attempts at understanding God, bottling Him up and figuring Him out have only proven frustrating when my pride gets in the way. It is only when I enjoy the mystery and intrigue that I truly glimpse the kingdom. Maybe I ought to stop creating God in my image and allow myself to be created in His.
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