I wish I could say I read It and It all makes sense and I never have any questions. I wish I could say that I don’t see contradictions, I just see compliments and clarifications. I wish I could say that It’s crystal clear.
But sometimes I read and think on the Word and I come up confused.
I wish I didn’t have to work so hard to understand It.
Enter our theologians, to help us make sense of the riddles and seemingly contradictory elements of Scripture. And I’m thankful for their time, but I wish they weren’t necessary. Why do we need to explain God’s confusing parts? We didn’t make them. We didn’t write them. We didn’t declare them to be so. But we’re the ones responsible for understanding and finding harmony and making sense of things. Whew. It. Is. Hard.
Anyway, I told my brilliant Bible-scholar preacher husband that, to me, theologians are like the janitors of Christianity. (cringe) He smiled a patient smile and said he thinks Theologians are the explorers of Christianity. That’s a nicer way of saying it, I suppose. Maybe exploration is the only way to really make sense of It. Maybe the wanderings are there for a reason. Maybe the questions are what pull us forward, like the crazy twists and turns in the TV Series LOST.
Would I have gotten so sucked in to that show if it all made sense and there were no cliff-hangers and no need to figure out why in the world Polar Bears were on a tropical island?
And would I have watched all of it in just a few months on Netflix if someone had sat me down and explained all of it ahead of time?
I feel like there are important moments in life, pivotal spiritual wrestlings, that people feel compelled to clean up and interpret for us. And their interpretations have often left me feeling empty and imposed on. I need to work this out for myself. I’m not asking for help. I’ve got to own this.
Even if the ending is as confusing as the last season of LOST and we’ll never know why certain things happened the way they did, I’ve still gotta see this through to the end.