The Freedom of Mystery

I’m reading a lot lately that’s making me question the overanalyzed, overstructured, overanswered lives we often live in. I wonder if the path to life lies in a different direction, and I, wonder. I was just reading a post from Kate Hurley, another friend of our community, on her MySpace blog, titled, Wondering about Wonder:

It’s true in my life: it seems to be true of our world. In our fight to build the tower that will reach to the heavens we explain away what makes a rainbow and how big the universe is and how the world was made. We place our theology boxes around our God and do everything we can to demystify and neuter all that is beautiful and sacred.

And we wonder where our wonder went.

I’ve listened to lots of answers to the questions of life while on this earth. There are many, and they are varied. The Bible sometimes seems like a book of principles rather than the story of a living and powerful God who we are to passionately pursue to know and be known. I’m tired of how-to’s and living by structures that I can measure my life by. I want life. I want mystery. And it seems the more I admit that I don’t know and the more I admit I don’t have it together, it’s there that I find the freedom of mystery.