Misunderstood

I am glad that God alone fully under­stands me. No one else does. I do not even fully under­stand myself. I am over a half cen­tury old and I am still try­ing to fig­ure out what it is to be human. I also know that the same is true for you — and that is the good news. It keeps life an adventure.

Have you ever done some­thing then looked back and said, “Why did I do that?” I have — thou­sands of times. Life is indeed lived for­wards but under­stood back­wards. It is like being Simon Peter when he was sob­bing deeply after his triple denial of Jesus. He had no idea he would act like that, but Jesus did and con­soled him about it ahead of time.

Few human behav­iors are totally pre­dictable. For all of the research done in the name of the social sci­ences, the best they can do is guess at what we humans might do next. His­tory itself is a story so bizarre that it is beyond the imag­i­na­tion of any writer.

I like being alive. It is fun to con­nect the inter­nal dots between me and real­ity. I imag­ine God in heaven smil­ing as I come to each insight (remem­ber that the angels rejoice when a “sin­ner” repents — changes his or her mind). We con­nect bet­ter with oth­ers as we come to know our­selves. Strangers all — humanity’s task is to find com­mu­nity. Our work is cut out for us. The adven­ture ahead even­tu­ally puts a smile on our faces too. Empa­thy, sym­pa­thy, and then full under­stand­ing. Even­tu­ally it all makes Divine sense.