paradox

Good God,

We rejoice in balance, 

In finding the fine line, and teetering on the edge of it.

Help us to find the tension between knowing too much and not knowing enough,

between trusting you and being lazy, 

between seeking and being content.

Help us to learn not to label black and white.

May we learn to embrace the perplexing greys you allow in.

We throw ourselves into the freedom pool of beautiful paradox and glorious oxymoron, (and not just because we love the sound of those words). 

Let us learn to embrace those deepest mysteries not yet made known to us. 

Though your Three-ness, and other unknowables, are largely inconceivable, we trust that our refined understanding of you does not make us right, or wrong.

We ask that you would teach us so hold lightly what we do know, for the one who says he knows is the one who knows nothing at all.

We remember that one can know about you, but still not know you at all.

May we learn to not delete the parts of you that seem to contradict, for those parts are the most beautiful of all. 

Let us be both profoundly satisfied by your presence and filled with an aching thirst for more and more of you.

Amen.