‘…and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.

`Rat!’ he found breath to whisper, shaking. `Are you afraid?’

`Afraid?’ murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. `Afraid! Of Him ? O, never, never! And yet– and yet– O, Mole, I am afraid!’

- The Wind in the Willows (Kenneth Grahame)

Above all flawed intellectual arguments, above our human desire to ‘figure out’ God (because we hate the unknown), is the finite God. In our foolishness, too often we (I) try to place him in a neat little box; we’d like to have the precise words to describe who and what He is. But God is transcendental, and as John White reminds me in ‘The Race’, His holiness is more than what our intellects will ever be able to comprehend. “Holiness, you see, is easier felt, than telt”.

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