We woke up to a thick fog this morning. There was a feverish dampness to the air, leaving the skin unsure if it was hot or cold.
I`m finally reading Elizabeth A Johnson`s Quest for the Living God. She lays down the ground rules for this quest in the opening pages,
The first and most basic precept is this: the reality of the living God is an ineffable mystery beyond all telling. The infinitely creating, redeeming, and indwelling Holy One is so far beyond the world and so deeply within the world as to be literally incomprehensible. (p.17)
An anonymous 14th century author described this as a cloud of unknowing. As soon as we think we have God tied up in a neat little package, we know that we`re way off the mark. We must continually let go of our own human preconceptions and arrogance, and embrace with humility the depth of unknowing that lies before us.
It`s like (but not like!) a fog. I stepped out with my camera this morning to see if I could capture the mood. What I got was this picture. The green of the shrub popped out in contrast to the fog veiling the field behind it. The only reality that I could be sure of, was the shrub in front of me. This is what I could touch, see, and smell. Therefore, it was real. Of course, I knew there were other riches hidden in the fog. But my focus was on the shrub because of its clarity.
We tend to do this with God. We cling to the wee bit of God that we think we know and understand. We take comfort in knowing the known. It`s easier than stepping into the fog of unknowing.