Life is not about conclusions

I said goodbye to a lot of friends tonight, some for the summer and some for possibly forever. In the midst of one of these goodbyes I had a bitter sweet conversation about the conclusions we come to in life. I don't mean conclusions as in the end of things, but as in the ones we decide upon in our minds. Although now that I think of it, that is the end of things. Once we have formulated a conclusion about something, that is the end of the process of discovery. Those conclusions are set in stone, not because we are too stubborn to change our opinions, (though that is possibly sometimes true) but because we stop seeking truth and fervently pursuing knowledge. We lose our sense of wonder.

Sentences have stopped making sense to me because they are just culminations of ambiguous words slapped together to make a point. God seems to become something finite that can be summed in a series of words that actually says nothing at all, instead of a perfect, holy being full of mystery and majesty, and beyond any culmination of words possible. Commandments are thrown out there by pastors and seminarians (usually following a format "If we see God as... we will ...," or, "Understanding of the Great Commission will lead to...") and the God who gave all law and commandments is overshadowed in our minds by the arbitrary conclusions we have come to. Relationships are torn apart over camps debating God's sovereignty and the end times and etc., and we forget that our knowledge of all of these things is minute and the conclusions that we draw about them are entirely unimportant when compared to the thirst for discovery and intimacy that God's perfection warrants.

That middle paragraph was a bit of a digressive rant, but the whole point is that there will be a day when all things on earth will reach a conclusion, but for now it is about the peregrination. Enjoy it.