All I Know

I think that I think too much.

Sometimes I wish there was a way to just download my thoughts into a .doc file and a database and organize them that way. It seems that might make writing easier.

And the thing about thinking too much is I can't turn it off. I can't tell you how much I long for an off switch when I'm awake at 2, 3, or 4 in the morning because my brain won't let me sleep.

It's almost as if my brain refuses to rest until it figures out how to handle or solve everything. (Ridiculous, right!?) So I'll be staring at the ceiling trying to wrap my finite human mind around the Infinite, around questions of life impacting theology, not just some abstract philosophical questions that don't matter. Where I land on different issues I'm wrestling with actually does matter.

So all of these thoughts were behind my musings on twitter today. Because this winding road I've found myself on, the one where God shattered my box and wrecked my theology? Well that journey still isn't over, and probably won't be until Jesus comes back! So of course I am still doubting and questioning pretty much everything. And I still think I have to figure it all out. But in the face of all my questions and doubts I always come back to this:

All I really know is that Christ has died and Christ is risen, and Christ will come again. And thank God Almighty, that is enough.

(I like listening to the song, Mystery, written by Charlie Hall to help me meditate on this Truth.)