Psalm 139 is supposed to be comforting.
But it is also a bit unsettling. God sees everything you do before you even do it. Meditate on that for a bit and watch your brain unravel. This is why David says, “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.”
There are many truths which are meant to lead us to worship. Period. If they lead you to dissection you’ll end up insane and faithless.
The first time I watched that Louie Giglio Indescribable video I was floored. The second time I was undone in a strange type of way. By the third time I wasn’t even sure if my faith would endure. My heart started dissecting when it should have been worshipping and I cracked.
The heavens above declare His handiwork. Everything in creation shouts out that Jesus is marvelous. But in the darkest of moments something in my heart began to question—is this really what it is all about? Are the stars really hung to give glory to a Jewish carpenter?
Even still there are high thoughts which cause me to crack a bit. I’m supposed to be a seminary-trained theologian but I’ve got to confess there are waters too deep for my heart and mind to handle at this point. I don’t just mean stuff I don’t understand. I mean stuff that if I start poking around at it’ll swallow me up and throw me into a pit of darkness.
What I really need is Easter.
The empty tomb unclutters my mind. It shouts down the voices of doubt. It screams louder than my questions. Meditating on something mind-boggling like the omnipresence of God can make me wonder where I could go to flee His presence (Psalm 139:7). The thought is too high for me.
But Easter is when the Lord lays his hand on me (v5). The resurrection proclaims that even the darkness is not dark to you, O God!
I don’t have answers to all your questions. I don’t know all the details of Creation. I don’t understand the Trinity. The thought of eternity is too magnificent for me to comprehend. I don’t know why God has done things that He has done.
No, I don’t have all the answers or even that many. But I do have the empty tomb. And that is enough. Christianity is the most falsifiable religion ever. You find the carpenter’s bones and we’ve got nothing left. But you can’t find them because He is not there, He has risen!
I love Easter. Easter keeps me sane.
