The subheadings for fourteen RS/Priesthood/YM/YW lessons on God gleaned from Natural Theology
I. God is far too complex to understand. Too intricate. Too magnificent. Too cold and pitiless like the blank places between galaxies. Hotter than the nuclear engines of massive suns. Too far. Too close. Neither microscopes nor telescopes can contain, compress, nor bring Him near or drive him away.
II. God can be cruel and unbending, like the eyes of a wolf or the blood-covered jaws of a lioness. He is unrelenting in His pursuit. He follows you into darkness or light. God sticks to the trail and if you pause and listen you will hear His breathing close behind. There is no escape. God is a predator.
III. To focus on one detail or one process—one leaf, or the vain of a leaf, or the cells on the vain of a leaf—obscures, and forces Him into a box into which He will not go. God is wild and cannot be tamed or made to fit in any cage.
IV. God cares for His own. Like the mother crocodile He carries his offspring from the sandy shore where they peep and cry to the river—where they flourish in abundant flowing water.
V. God is beautiful. Beautiful but very dangerous.
VI. Sometimes God scatters His influence far and wide hoping it will find a home like the eggs of a parasitic wasp laid deeply in the flesh of a hapless caterpillar. Some eggs are lost, but some go on to hatch, pupate, escape the host, become an adult, and search for their own host. God is a parasite.
VII. God goes on and on. He can be damaged but never stops. Just as Spring follows Winter, God rides cycles and cycles within cycles.
VIII. God can be scarred and has been. Only slowly does His mending take place. Sometimes it takes eons. There are things God has never recovered from—cannot recover from.
IX. God can be studied, but you can’t control all the variables and what you find in the laboratory will be much different than what you find in the field.
X. To experience God you must immerse yourself in Him. Quiet all other voices and flee anything of your own contrivance. Then, in the stillness of thunder and the hush of crickets you will feel Him—more or less.
XI. There is no crack so small that He cannot not invade. No barrenness that can long withstand Him. He comes on the wind, on the waves, from every direction. Like the first seeds arriving on the gale after the emergence of a volcanic island scouring or the wandering flies after a flood. Even great wastelands cannot long withstand His healing.
XII. On peaceful days, God sits and chews on His creation. He chews over the birthing of our bright universe. God chews and chews and chews. Sucking sweet juices from abundant grasses. God is a herbivore.
XIII. God is all around you. Out your window you can see Him, or in high corners you can see where He builds a small web. Brush it away and he builds another. He can never be completely dismissed–you are part of Him, part of the fragile threads that He watches patiently from his hiding place.
Painting: Detail from The Apocalypse, by Ernst Fuchs. The mural is painted in The Chapel of St.Egid, Klagenfurt