In class, my professor brought up a point that I have been wondering from time to time...
The topic was on about knowing God and how much can we know Him. Which he gave an example that a writer would spend his or her time studying up a subject and then write about it, then move on to another topic. But this is however not as substantial in depth as knowledge always extends, especially with theology.
I have been longing to write a book in regards to my experiences of discovering God in a foreign land. I attempted it a few years back but ultimately found myself unable to proceed with it, simply because I felt like there was so much that I learned about God that I dare not find myself concluding with my experiences. God kept coming and revealing to me so much that I have been constantly put into amazement, that I am founded to be speechless... or another way to put it... wordless to my writings of Him.
There is no end to God and I feel so dumb-founded by what I experience that I do not even know how to start. But I have to start somewhere...
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