With love, I confess. The enterprise of theology is perhaps the most frustrating of pursuits. Like a dog chasing its tail, answers sought are often elusive as the wind. But I continue in the chase.
“For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who has been his counselor?” ~ Romans 11:34 ~
Layer upon layer, the deeper the probe, the deeper the stratum-like depths are found to be. Layer upon layer of riches uncountable lie just beyond the turn of each sacred page, just beyond the grasp of the mortal mind. But I continue peeling back layers, one layer at a time. I must. I cannot stop.
“Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.”
~ Psalm 139:6 ~
No, the finite will not fully grasp the infinite. I accept and understand “his judgments are unsearchable, his ways inscrutable.” None-the-less, should I endeavor to be the faithful servant who diligently seeks to know and understand “the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God!” – to do theology. Perhaps I should then become as “a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season.” This is my desire, my continued prayer.
To that end I press on. To keep planting, keep watering the soil of my soul with the fertile truth of God’s word that he might bring forth an increase in me. Then to pass it on to another.
See also Romans 11:33; Psalm 1:3, and 1 Corinthians 3:11.