Twenty minutes

I have twenty minutes left in my work day and I want to leave us all with something meaningful. How am I doing so far? I’ve been thinking about God. I know that sounds like the normal thing to do when one is committed to Christ, but I have been contemplating the nature of God and that can be an overwhelming task. You see I have had the great epiphany that I will never be able to understand what God is, or who God is or where, when, how or why. None of the journalistic questions I can ask about God have any chance of ever getting answered. That is except through the person of Jesus. I can read the New Testament and I still don’t quite understand. God is so much more than we could ever begin comprehend. And Jesus is so much more perfect how could He ever understand us? I am going to switch gears here for a quick second. This is a thought I had last night while writing in my prayer journal. Does God know how I feel when I let Him down? I mean, Hebrews says that Jesus is a high priest who can understand my feelings, but if Christ never let anyone down, how can he understand my self-loathing at the idea of letting people and God down? Do you supppose Jesus ever had a moment of self deprecation? I realize of course that these are rhetorical questions that can never be answered in this life. I am just hoping that someone out there has an answer. I believe that Jesus felt agonizing pain and suffered unforgivable betrayal, but does he understand what it’s like to BE the betrayer and the all of guilt that accompanies that? How does the perfect understand the imperfect? Jesus was perfect and understands sin, but He never commited the sin itself, so how does he know my guilt? I am sure that somewhere in there Jesus felt a moment of guilt, just so He could understand.

Here is another question, why doesn’t neatness bother a messy person?