Discovery

There’s something about it. Something about exploration and revelation seems to be built in our bones.

I miss the days where I would try a new Beethoven piece on piano, my fingers clunkily clicking wrong notes. However, nothing quite compares to playing it perfectly and hitting the last chord after 5 pages of music.
I miss the days where I tried new skating jumps, spinning rapidly through the air to proceed with many moments of collision as my body bangs on the ice. Nothing quite compares to the moment your little 4mm blade hits the ice and your leg shoots back for a perfect landing.
I miss the days when I read books loaded with content, searching my brain for connections to have these new concepts make sense. Nothing quite compares to the light bulb moment when things click together, and knowledge is gained.
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My days are now filled with easy piano chords that I won’t mess up, skating jumping I’ve been doing for years, and books that never quite get finished.

It seems that it’s in our bones to have the experiential discovery of things. Knowledge is meant to be pursued, skills to be practiced, and people to be met. I think we were created to have this. I think that it’s written in our blueprint to want to pursue and discover God too.
In John 1, two disciples start to follow Jesus.
Jesus’ response was, “What are you seeking?”
They responded, “Rabbi, where are you staying?”
He said to them, “Come and you will see.”
Come and you will see.

Jesus never seems to give answers, he gives clues. He gives routes, roads, and first steps, but he rarely plops us down at the end of the road, he has us walk. He often responds to our questions with a simple word, “Come.” In our enlightened society we find frustration when answers aren’t given because we like the logical answer and the end destinations. Jesus reveals that he is not an answer to an algebra equation, but the light to our path. He does not want to fit in our intellectual boxes to just solve our philosophical questions, but he wants to completely rewire how a life well lived lights up.
In John 2, he tells the next disciple, “Follow me.”

Nothing quite compares to the moments where I personally see earthly circumstance align with God’s heart. Nothing quite compares to the moments where I realize more of who God is and what he’s called me. Nothing quite compares to the moments that his words in my mouth bring his miracles in my world.
I’m slowly discovering more of God. I’m slowly learning more about him every day.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way. There are moments where I want to know an answer, and he leads me into his presence instead to discover more of who he is.
Not that we don’t serve an intellectual God. Not that we don’t search for evidence and have logical reasons for our faith or answers to the philosophical questions, but there is an element of God that requires discovery. We should never get caught talking about God more than to him, because there is a certain part of who he is that requires the “Come, and you will see.”

​We can talk for hours, we can debate theism, go back and forth on Calvinism, but there is an inexplicable thing discovered when we go before Jesus and come and see. We can’t help but respond yes to the call to “Follow me.”