The flea market is often where you find the most spiritual people.
For many years, my cousin’s father sold collectors’ knives at the local market. I remember going with Kyle to visit his dad’s stand one time.
We leisurely wandered around looking at all of the lights, wall decorations, used furniture, antique stoves, classic video games, and especially the colorful group of characters gathered there.
I remember one in particular, a tall, ample, laid-back African-American individual. I remember especially his child like faith in God as well as his keen sense of spiritual atmosphere. Talking with me, he perceived not only that I was a fellow believer in Jesus, but also that I was one who walked in the Spirit and had a discernible sense of God’s peaceful presence around me. “I can tell this man’s walking in the fog,” he remarked at one point.
Walking in the fog… It’s such an elegant expression. Never before have I heard anyone describe walking with Jesus in such a way, yet I have never heard anyone better encapsulate the mystery, the unknown, as well as the mystic nature of following Jesus.
The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. John 3:8
If you find someone who can explain his God completely, then you have found an idolater. If he seems to know every facet of his God, that means he has made it up. I’ve learned countless different apologetics methods of explaining the trinity. I’ve been in conversations with people from every corner of the globe about it, but at the end of the day, each analogy, metaphor, allegory, and description, though helpful in its own way, ultimately falls short.
It’s one compelling reason I still suspect my God is actually real…
…that I can’t quite understand what he is.
Mystery. I think it’s box all of us need to have and one we all need to interact with a little more.