Blurred vision

Last weekend I was home again. My mother was much the same. She has little panic cycles in which she repeats a set of questions several times. No matter how many times you answer them and comfort her, she returns to them. It's really hard to know whether she understands the comfort that is offered. Sometimes I wonder if she really even understands the questions.

It made me think once more about how I relate to God. There are a number of questions that I am forever asking him. Am I missing his answers, and failing to understand completely the hints and directions I do receive?

This week my exploration of Henri Nouwen's writing unearthed the following

The main questions of religion - Who am I? Where have I come from? Where am I going? - are not questions with an answer but questions that open to us new questions which lead us deeper into the unspeakable mystery of existence.

And also this one

Theological formation is the gradual and often painful discovery of God's incomprehensibility.

Which square very well with my experience, if perhaps not being wonderfully encouraging!