“A theology should be like poetry, which takes us to the end of what words and thoughts can do.”
– Karen Armstrong

For the past three years, I have been doing a lot of studying of theology. I have learned about many of this world’s religions, spirituality practices, and the historical information that goes along with both. I still have a lot of learning left to do before I reach the end of my degree program, and for that I am excited and grateful. I love this stuff. I love learning about how people find their way to their Great Creator. I love reading about what the most educated scholars think scripture actually means. I love recognizing the many similarities in religions that span the globe.

Once I have read about it all and studied thoroughly, I then love to write about it. I love to share my ideas and thoughts about religion, spirituality, and especially theology with others who are interested in it. I am finding that some of them are even interested in what I have to share. It’s pretty cool! I could see myself doing this sort of stuff for a long, long time and being really happy about it!

All that reading and writing and learning is bringing me to an entirely different level of understanding and relationship with my God. And, here’s the thing: like Karen Armstrong, I have no words for how that feels. As a writer, that’s a weird feeling. I want to tell you all about what has been going on inside of my heart and my mind and my soul, but everything I try to write about it is elusive, mysterious. I have discovered that as I try to pin it down in writing, I start to lose sight of it – or the feeling of it – or the thought of it. I can’t even really describe what that feels like.

As I write this now, I am wondering if perhaps a growing and real relationship with God is just too dang much for words…