Day 3684 of the 7 day Bible verse challenge.

Romans 11:33 NIV

What is the end of what isn’t yet?

And now, no, that’s not at all to say that God isn’t yet for He always was. Same thus for He who is the Christ who is the Father in human flesh, and thus too the Spirit which is breathed upon all found within His fall to Earth so as to rise ahead into the where we’re going to become who He made us to be before the beginning. And too that of what we’ve become anyway. Yet seems such is the sticking point of sanctification’s work as won only within the aftermath of salvation’s accomplishment.

Thankfully He did indeed accomplish just such a sacrificial atonement upon our behalf. It’s just that we’re not anywhere near even yet half way home.

For what is half of that which is measureless?

Yes, what is the end of what isn’t yet? Where is the end of where we’ve never been? Who are we to be when we’re finally who we were supposed to be before we became what became the reason for our Savior’s suffering? Who’s gonna be the one to tell us that we aren’t then the ones to have any idea as to what the end is in regard to anything, anywhere, anyone?

Guess He is as done within those words won upon our place when, in His grace, He himself said that “It is finished.”

Alas, why then do we so seem to think it’s our lot to look at life and assume we see it inside its entirety? Does eternity have entirety? Does God? If He does, as we can only presently assume He must as considered alongside our utter lack of evidence as to anything else at all anything like Him, even then how are we to be the ones to undertake the understanding of what our understanding says we don’t at present understand? It’s much the same as the fact which states that we cannot know what we do not know until we’ve learned what we’ve not learned yet.

It’s all a process as opposed to the profit of a prophet of portent and opinion. Which is what we are, at least most days. Yeah, most days we’re but a people caught somewhere here in the middle of hoping for the best and all but expecting the worst as won within the days already gone under the son that’s gone into the past and yet still remains expected for at least the rest of the day. Which, is it not such expectations as our personal assumptions that otherwise prove us unable to plumb the depths or directness of His design?

Of His existence?

This is something we seem to ponder a lot within these posts anymore. For we’re clearly a people of this pressing pressure to prove ourselves perfectly presented upon the preference of opinion that’s always profoundly poised upon the presumption that we can present our performances in just such a way as to validate our claim that we know everything. Thus we seek to understand the outermost limits of everything so as to leave no room for confusion, delusion, distraction or thus detraction of us away from this image of immense wisdom that we’ve painstakingly painted ourselves to be.

No, we cannot dare be defined of a mind that doesn’t actually know everything. About anything. And this incessant bother to not look beleaguered by the bold inability to become of enough ability to actually know much of anything is what’s led us to all this lying through which we live looking for more ways in which to convince all those around us that all they need to know is all we claim we do. It’s as if our greatest hope in life is that we’d be both everyone’s friend and also their most trusted source of knowledge.

Sort of hedging our bets, so to speak.

For in the event that we’re proven unable or uninformed in regard to a matter, then we can rely on their liking us just liking that we tried. Thus making our efforts to at least look as if we know everything basically the entirety of our existence, or at least our preference for its potential meaning’s best possibility. After all, God didn’t make us to look dumb nor to never learn. It’s just that both ego and vanity have managed to mix with our inability to overcome, at least personally, our apparent present understanding of the risk involved in learning as proven in the many failures waiting to be found along the way.

But to where?

Well, if it were up to us, which thank God it isn’t, but if it were, well, we’d stay nowhere. Because that’s where we are and thus what we know and thus too the easiest to both understand and thus repeat. And we love easy. We love safety. We love the solace assumed inside our assumptions of our abilities to know the end of everything so as to gauge the rage we either put into finding ourselves there or rather that we place upon running to waste every such an opportunity to be, see, do anything that we simply don’t want to.

Yes, life’s devolved into our determining for ourselves what matters from all we simply wish didn’t. And to better help ourselves justify such a selfishness, we’ve sought, selfishly, to assume that it’s our duty to define the end of everything. All so that we can then continue to pretend that we know the same. Everything. Which, whilst utterly impossible, would truly be nice as it would render us quite removed from all such things as risk and retribution.

For if we knew everything, and thus too understood it all, well then we’d have no worries as to getting things wrong and thus wouldn’t need to worry as to what wrongs anyone may have reason to claim we’ve accomplished.

And yet this incessant seeking of something in the way of the ability to pretend we know enough to avoid enough of wrong and risk, it’s left us to this business of basically belittling everything and anyone in the attempt to not be seen as entirely contemptuous whilst ironically holding everything in contempt in what is a cage that fits inside our rampant ability not to understand but to rather misunderstand and yet flip it for the people. All so that they remain as impressed with us as we are.

Is God though?

Will He be proven impressed with our inability to belief beyond our lack of any ability to so succumb Him and His creation into the concretion of a consideration that fits inside a mind bent by confusion? Do not our personal confusions and concessions define us as unable to understand the end of anything? We don’t even know the end of giving up for rather we do it all the time. And, considering this fact alone, what then makes us think that it’s on us to be the ones who can know God well enough to find that little loophole that we’ve come to seek inside everything?

Granted, we don’t call it that as that would make it seem as if we’re being devious. And so instead we call it such things as ‘self-help’ or ‘continued education’ or ‘social expectation’ or ‘human tradition’. Yeah, we talked about that last one a bit yesterday. But it’s all of these things that we seek to add to our lives or do with our lives in the effort to make our lives look as if we’ve lived them so very well that nothing can go wrong. We can make no mistakes when we know both the way to avoid them and too the more ways in which to deny that we’ve made them.

Such is the seeking of the understanding of everything from every angle that we can imagine a matter being measured by.

But again, does the eternal have an entirety? For the truth is that everything we know or knew seems to, may in fact already have had. But to tie an entirety to eternity seems to steal the wonder it’s meant to inspire. After all, as discussed a week or two ago, God’s said to have placed the very concept of forever within a human’s current considerations. And yet even still we cannot seem to at all come close, and thus it’s almost as if He knew that our inability to know all that is was to prove more important than our seeking to know what none of us can.

For there’s a curiosity waiting to be won within the wonder that is forever that inspires us to find, by faith alone, the audacity to imagine that we have a home in which our being known is of more importance than what we know or fail to learn by the time we leave.

And then there’s that, for when will we? None now knows. And we can’t until we have, because when we have then we will. For such is the truth of all understanding as perused yesterday in that there is nothing we can understand until we have nothing left to learn. And in life this is proving either quite the excitement or rather dramatically more so the design of a lifetime spent within a mind trying to mine the many ways we think we can be proven the ones who know enough to get ourselves to those places and people we’ve never personally been before.

But how can we?

Had this thought hit me as I rode down the road last evening on my way to a place that’s been called home but that’s never been home and is even now less so seeing as how we’re moving in the next week or so. It’s that who I am to be is still ahead, same as he always was. Because that I was awoken once more into a new day called yet again ‘today’ seems to say that God’s still more for me to see, learn and thus, at least should both reason and logic have their usual way, be. Which is the very hope of the betterment for which He died for us to then in Him begin.

A work that He’s said He will without question continue until the day of Christ Jesus.

And so indeed, the life I’m to live by then is the one that I’ll only learn to live along the way to he who I am not yet. And while this seems somewhat scary at first, it feels only somehow exciting just beyond the worry because there’s an otherwise infinite amount of opportunity, possibility to the as of yet unknown, unseen, unheard. For it’s to always promise the substance of something new. And well, that’s what better’s meant to be, isn’t it? Something new?

Why then do we desire to fit what isn’t into our vast misunderstanding of what is the reason and purpose for what is already? How can we, as fools who don’t know how to get everything right, a daily clarity at this point, be then the same who are somehow supposed to follow that same mind so prone to being proven foolish to the fullness of the Father that we cannot even see? After all, for a people who once held tight that seeing is believing, that we can’t see Him already seems to prove us pretty much troubled and unable from the get go.

For where are we going and what do we expect to get once we’ve gotten to where we don’t know how to go?

See, it’s one of those crumbling confusions that seems to just keep collapsing in on itself. No matter how many ideas we place as if beams to support the things that we can only hopefully assume will stand the strain of a brain maintained by the mainstream monotony of a mankind so confused, they just keep falling over. Nothing we claim to know manages to stand the test of time. And yet, oddly enough, nor shall we. For even the Bible reads that time and chance happen to all.

How then are we as defined as those ‘all’ to be then the ones who know all that God is, does, will do? I don’t even know what I had for dinner last Wednesday. What makes me think that I can then know the end of He who’s told us plain that He doesn’t have one?

See, we keep trying to squeeze God into what we think we know. And granted, we do indeed think we know a lot about a lot. But as time continues ahead, many of our understandings are only continually proven mistaken by the changing of life both around us and thus too how we live it. We’re very much a progressive people in that regard. I mean, at one time this laptop upon which I’m tying this post wasn’t even an idea. Cell phones didn’t exist once. Neither did cars. People used to live in houses without windows, or floors, or air conditioning.

Oh my!

But my point is that we’re seemingly so amazed by this consistency of continued progression that we’ve become of this almost aggression as given in terms of our trying to prove that we’re always one step ahead of where the rest aren’t at all. Problem then is that we’re still a part of the rest. For God is above and we’re all below, both in terms of stature, importance, ability, power, intellect, authority, ingenuity, even existence. He will have always been around longer than us and thus, by this alone, remains forever better than us and thus more than us.

And yet still we try to betray Him into fitting inside of what we can see, hear, imagine, understand or prove. But again, what is the end of what isn’t yet? And again, no, I’m not saying that He isn’t yet. In fact, the issue is that He is where we are but we’re not where He is. He is what we isn’t. We’re His antithesis, which is quite problematic because He, at first, created us in His image. And rather than staying, rather we fell away as we chose to flee away from His overwhelming presence as proven impossible for us to even imagine.

There were even people who asked Jesus to leave their area because He seemed to powerful to them and it simply scared them. And they could see Him.

What are we doing then trying to confine the One whose judgements are unsearchable and knowledge unknowable and paths untraceable and past unprovable and present too powerful and future entirely too wonderful into what is a fallen man’s inability to do anything other than keep falling short of His glory which remains immeasurable?

Why do we want a God that makes sense other than for the obvious reason of our inability to make sense of what doesn’t make sense to us?

Do we need Him to fit us? Do we need Him to be of such limitation to exist inside the imagination of we who are limited by time, space, experience? Or rather do we need Him to be so unbridled so that we can continue seeking Him more and more and more as the days come and go and come once again? As I asked at the end of yesterday’s attempt, why would forever so agree to seek an understanding of less than it already is? Why would the very God who created the concept of eternity betray His very creation by allowing it to be found or figured out by those who’ve too denied it possible?

Friends, my point is that we serve a God so big that it’s borderline blasphemous to ask Him into our comprehension. Because what would it benefit us if He had a limit we could find? How would our hope be made better if forever had finale? What good could come unto our faith should eternity have an expiration date? Rather is not the fact that He designed this lifetime with one perhaps meant to inspire us to learn to believe beyond it, thus evidence of the reasoning behind eternity being entirely unsearchable?

What is the end of what isn’t yet? Why live now as if there might be one? Look, I know that we’ve obviously, and for plenty of reasons, grown quite accustomed to how things look and work down here. And thus we’re used to everything having a time, place, a season in which we can experience it. That’s why both memories and imagination exist. The memories remind us of what once was while the imagining inspires to move on from what is toward what could be.

And the imagining, the hoping, the seeking and wondering and realizing that we can never come close, friends that’s what makes the up ahead so much better than the already is. Because we know this part, or at least have the ability to learn enough about it to get through it. But to get to what isn’t, no that’s what leads us into believing in the existence of everything bigger and better and brighter than everything that will eventually become a memory.

Don’t get me wrong, memories are cool, especially those good ones like first dates and first cars. Those are fun things that we should all rejoice to have the ability to both experience and remember. But that they still ended, no matter how special they were, doesn’t that speak to how amazing forever will be? Because we’re told that it won’t end, because eternity simply wasn’t designed to abide by such a limitation of itself.

But friends, God wasn’t either. Rather before even time was, He was. He is. He always will be. So why don’t we stop trying to fit Him inside of what He needs to be entirely too big to fit within? For the truth is that we don’t need a God with limits. Instead we need that One without them because so too do we need such things as mercy and grace and compassion and forgiveness to be without them.

So stop trying to find their end in some foolish attempt to better measure them or understand them because that was never the point to begin with. The point is that God is, and as to what He is or where He is or what He looks like, does it really matter right now? Or is not the fact that He is love and mercy and grace and goodness more than enough for us to race into the audacity of our possibly knowing more of Him in the days and dreams still ahead?

There will always be more of Him for us to find, feel, hear, know. Why settle for seeking less?

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