I’ve taken to using this blog as a place to write down my random thoughts on various subjects, and thus better develop those thoughts through the process of writing them – so, please take into account that the following discussion is going to be neither sophisticated nor well-researched (tisk-tisk, librarian self).
I’ve been thinking lately about how many of my all-time favorite characters in fiction, and even favorite people, are those who have multiple very different sides to them. Of course, all people are multi-dimensional – it’s impossible even in a lifetime to fully understand a single person, because we’re all created just that complex and unique. Learning about another person and truly getting to know them better is so fascinating for that reason. However, there are certain characters that display in an obvious way a dichotomy of opposite traits – in a way that is seemingly contradictory.
For instance, characters such as the Doctor from Doctor Who, Iroh from Avatar: the Last Airbender, and Dumbledore from Harry Potter all are whimsical and sometimes totally silly – but at the same time, they are also incredibly intelligent, powerful, and competent. Each of these characters can be fierce and commanding – but also gentle and warmly loving. I love characters like this – but not just because they are complex and likable. After thinking more about why I love these characters and others like them, I realized that the reason I admire them so much is because their conflicting natures and contrasting dichotomies remind me, in a way, of God.
All of this brings me to G. K. Chesterton’s The Man Who Was Thursday – a story which brilliantly displays God’s own dichotomies. I won’t get into the specifics of this, because it’s a book that is best read unspoiled (as are most books). But reading The Man Who Was Thursday taught me so much about God, because it helped me realize that these seeming contradictions in His nature are not actually contradictions at all – it is possible to be both whimsical and serious, to be both childlike and wise, to be both chaotic and orderly. If we, who God created, can be as complex as we are – with funny sides, and serious sides, and gentle sides, and confident sides, and so many other sides – how much more complex must be the One who created us all? And if it is impossible to even understand each other within a full lifetime here on earth, how much more impossible must it be to fully understand God even in an infinity?
I am wonderstruck by how little I know about God, and how vastly much there is to Him. It’s a humbling thought to realize that even with all of our knowledge and credentials and connections here on earth, our knowledge of the One who truly matters is less than infinitesimal. We spend so much of our lives here learning things of this world, without pointing them back towards trying to understand God better, and being more like Him – which is what really matters in the first place. Even if we *did* dedicate every waking moment of our lives to learning about Him, we wouldn’t even begin to scratch the surface.
He is so much more than any of us could ever imagine:
He is whimsy, and He is order.
He is childlike, and He is wise.
He is merciful, and He is just.
He is a gentle lamb, and He is a roaring lion.
He is a servant, and He is a king.
And yet, even despite all of these seeming contradictions in God’s nature, He is not undefinable, and He is not a contradiction – because there is one word that defines all of these sides of Him, that sums up every aspect of who He is. There is one word, one very simple yet infinitely complex word, that describes Him perfectly in only one syllable and four letters:
God is Love.