The mystery

The mystery hidden for ages in God,

Who created all things. Ephesians 3:9

 

Read 1 Timothy 3:16
Sometimes I treat my faith as a puzzle. Sometimes as a riddle. But it’s not a puzzle. It’s not a riddle. It’s a mystery. A puzzle or a riddle, once you get it, it’s solved. You’ve worked it out. There’s no more to it. But a mystery, I’ve never worked it out or solved it. Get it, and I’ll find there’s more to uncover. More to know. And to know at a deeper level. Tonight let me give time to Jesus. He was revealed in the flesh, my flesh. Proclaimed among Gentiles, my people, all of them. Vindicated in the Spirit, the Holy Spirit. Believed in throughout the world, my world, taken into it on the lips of evangelists. Seen by angels, announced by them, worshipped at his birth, proclaimed at his resurrection, God-sent messengers. Taken up in glory, beyond me, to his origin, to the presence of God, to open heaven to me.

Pray
Gracious heavenly Father, this night I pray in wonder. You have revealed your hidden purpose. In Jesus Christ you have revealed your hidden purpose. No longer is it hidden. No longer do I need to look at the vast universe, or at the shorter sweep of human history, or at the little span of my own life, and know nothing but that some unexplained events have taken place. No longer do I need to be diminished and crushed before the enormous puzzle of life. The mystery is revealed. He is revealed. He is the revelation that will never ever be exhausted. He is the revelation of a love that will never stop giving itself to me, a relationship that will never stop relating and never stop drawing me out of myself and into him.