Stringing words together on the page has always been something I love to do. Writing helps me to process my thoughts and gain understanding. It also comes more naturally to me than other modalities of expression.
Having said that, I understand and appreciate that words go only so far. They are finite expressions of a finite mind. As such, that which serves to inspire can also be a source of frustration. Some things don’t lend themselves easily to expression. Certain things get lost in the translation.
This is most definitely true when one’s inspiration is infinite. My Savior is my inspiration, and therein lies the rub. How does the finite express the infinite? I cannot scratch the surface.
His triple omni-ness. My limitations. Never the twain shall meet.
This does little (read: nothing) to dampen my desire to write about Him.
I want others to know Him — really know Him. To know Him is not to give mental assent of His existence but to experience Him as the lover of our souls.
To this end, I open my keyboard and string letters together in an attempt to express the inexpressible.
And then I stop for lack of words — lack of ability. And the war rages on.
I don’t want to stop.
I don’t want to stop, because I don’t want anyone to miss what is too good for words. I don’t want them to miss the Unspeakable.
Unspeakable. Joy, Peace, Love, Hope.
Do you know the Unspeakable?
If you do, you know.
If my words could describe Him, I’m convinced that you’d wait in line to get to know Him better. Forever.
But words fall woefully short. My words — not His.
His Word is alive and powerful. It speaks to depths inaccessible to me — “to the division of soul and spirit…discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”
Forget about my words. Open His Word, and let the Unspeakable speak to you.
“Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.” 2 Corinthians 9:15