whisper "mystery"

still we do not know. we save face by repeating frivolously the popular jargon of science. we harness the mighty energy that rushes through our world; we subject it to fingertip control in our cars and our kitchens; we make it work for us like Aladdin’s jinn, but still we do not know what it is. Secularism, materialism, and the intrusive presence of things have put out the light in our souls and turned us into a generation of zombies. we cover our deep ignorance with words, but we are ashamed to wonder, we are afraid to whisper

“mystery."

a.w. tozer

oh, to abandon one's self to the deep well of god's mystery.