The limitations of the human frame are enormous and seldom understood or pondered by man. Take life itself! Webster defines it as something that grows― but that is not a definition, it’s just evidence that life exists. It doesn’t really define what life is. In fact no one, scientists included, can tell us what life is specifically made up of. If you hold a live plant in one hand and the same type of dead plant in the other, the difference cannot be scientifically explained . . . such as the lack of a certain enzyme or protein in the dead plant. The human mind simply cannot comprehend LIFE.

The same applies when we speak of God, for He is beyond the human mind or language to precisely explain. He has been described as LOVE, LIGHT, or a CONSUMING FIRE but those are simply attributes and not precisely who or what God is. Ezekiel described Him as follows: “And I saw as the color of amber, as the appearance of fire round about within it, from the appearance of his loin upward, and from the appearance of his loins even downward, I saw as it were the appearance of fire, and it had brightness round about. As the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud in the day of rain, so was the appearance of the brightness round about, this was the likeness of the appearance of the glory of the Lord.”

But, while we are limited from the human standpoint, there is hope for those who have been “born again” into the family of God for they, and they alone, will gain a glimpse of His glory and essence and even though they will be unable to put it into human language, they will know beyond any doubt who He is.

Sadly, mainstream Christianity that is represented today in the churches is, for the most part, made up of unblessed souls filled with the letter of truth, and may be worse off than the pagan bowing before an idol. Let us not forget that Christ was put to death by the Pharisees (organized religion of the day), those we might call fundamentalists (who have all the doctrine down pat and an answer for every individual situation).

I wonder, often wonder, just how it came to be
That there is up in heaven, a mansion fair for me;
And then do I remember, that the dear son of God
Once shed for rebel sinners, His own atoning blood . . . (I Wonder, Often Wonder)