As I left the house this morning, I saw a strange thing. I saw steam rising up from the roof of two houses across the street from me. Nowhere else. Now, I remember enough about high school chemistry to know steam is water in gaseous form; it is normal on hot afternoons after a rain for steam to come up from the asphalt as the heat of the surface essentially boils the water that hits it. But this was morning time — warm, but not unbearably hot. And it was just the two houses, as far as I could tell. (I’m virtually certain the houses were not on fire, in case you were wondering. The thought did cross my mind, though.)
I am confident there is a completely rational explanation. And sometimes my impulse in such situations is to search high and low to find it. But sometimes, like this time, I simply smile in wonder at the constant mysteries of life, confident I will never understand them all, content in my ignorance and my faith.
I’m a bit more motivated than that with regard to Bible study. And rightly so — it is “the power of God for salvation” (Romans 1:16). But when a moment (or an hour, or a week) of study does not satisfy my mind with regard to a particular section of text, I do not become discouraged. Quite the opposite. I become reverent. I realize my own insignificance and God’s greatness. Perhaps the truth eludes me because I am not worthy of it. Or not yet worthy.
While I strive further and dig deeper, I try to remember Job’s words in Job 42:2-4. “Things too wonderful for me” are just as faith-building as the things I understand. So I thank God for both.