Only you musn’t press him. He’s wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.
-Chronicles of Narnia
C.S.Lewis
I want so much to have God figured out. Categorized. Safely tucked into stackable boxes of doctrine.
But decades of this pursuit have left me convinced He is unfathomable. The more I know Him, the less I comprehend Him. He refuses to be caged by my dogma or defined by my prejudice.
He is so much more of everything.
He never walks the same path twice. Just when I think I understand His ways, He surprises me again. My most eloquent entreaties leave Him unmoved, yet He bounds to my side at the smallest whisper of His name in the broken night.
He is fierce, powerful, and majestic.
He rules the vast wilderness of my heart, and He takes down any who presume upon His territory.
Life with Him is never boring. He pushes me into a dangerous faith. He coaxes me to the very edge of trust and transports me to back to safety. He draws me ever onward through desert valleys and hopeless jungles. His footsteps are unerring; always He leads me past the chasm of despair and into new heights of His radiance.
He will not be owned by any man, yet He has completely captured my soul.
This is the one called Jesus Christ. He is the Lion of Judah, and He is my Lord.
I will never know Him completely until that day I see His beautiful face. But I’m going to die trying.
Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.
Stop weeping; behold, the Lion that is from the tribe of Judah,
the Root of David, has overcome….
Revelation 5:5
