the novel that gave me a thought
I’m reading “great house” by Nicole Krauss at the minute, yesterday one of the characters speaking of the mystery of his wife said this: ‘…I am not content to regard her in her bafflement…unless I am happy to worship…and I never was.’
This made me wonder if our constant desire to make sense of God, to understand him, have our thoughts contain him, is rooted in our refusal to worship him. If we understand him we dont have to worship him. Just a thought.
