For someone who believes in the mystery, I sure spend a lot of time trying to understand everything.
For someone who believes in complexity, I sure do a lot of black and white thinking.
For someone who believes in living in the moment, I sure spend a lot of time trying to determine the future.
Let’s give up all this investigating, as St. Ephrem the Deacon puts it.
He’s talking about the Eucharist:
Our Lord has become our living bread,
and we shall delight in our new cup.
Come, let us then eat it without investigation,
and without scrutiny let us drink his cup.
Who disdains blessings and fruits
and sits down to investigate their nature?
A human being needs to live.
Come, let us live and not die in
the depth of investigation.
Walking through the house I slam into a corner of the wall.
That corner was always there.
But now I know it.
The coal used to slide down a chute into a bin in the basement and now and then Dad would shovel it into the glowing furnace. When he opened the hatch we could see into the fire.
It’s like that.