“Do you think they have found all the Bible that there is?”
We were reading our nightly scripture and he was feeling…opened up by it. His young eyes searched mine for wisdom.
“I think they have found all of the Bible that God wants us to find.”
“You mean, you think there might be more of the Bible out there?”
“I think there are other writings that tell us more about Jesus, and the disciples, and the early church. But if God wants us to read them, He’ll make sure we do.”
“Hmmm. Everything is so mysterious.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yes! I love it!”
“It doesn’t bother you that we don’t have the answers to some things?”
“No. I like knowing that some things are mysterious…and I have to use my imagination to wonder about them.”
“Like, the other night, I was telling Teddy…What if this life is just a dream? And when we wake up, we’ll be in heaven? And heaven is what is really real.”
“Hmmm. It would have to be a pretty complicated dream.”
“God could do that. He can do it any way He wants to.”
And then he was gone, leaving me a little stunned—pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming—wondering about the last time I “loved” not having answers to my questions.
And I knew it was probably back when I was around his age.
So, for a moment, I closed my eyes and let the great mysteries of the world sweep over me—felt my stomach drop as on a roller coaster—and just let go. And it was…
I’m not driving this thing.
I’m throwing up my hands.
“The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may follow all the words of this law.” (Deut. 29:29)