I’ve been pondering some ponderous ponderations about self-righteousness today (will probably post some about it later this week), and in doing so came upon a much nicer thought after reading a passage in the Psalms that took me in much more pleasant directions. One of the verses — for me, at least — clearly fits in the “too wonderful for me” category, and seemed worth sharing today as we continue to approach the Spring Holy Days:
…Your thoughts toward us
Cannot be recounted to You in order;
If I would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be numbered.
I’ve tried however poorly to communicate this idea before in sermons and other messages: That God spent time thinking about you today. The mind is boggled when trying to contemplate the depth of what it means to speak of God thinking about anything, given the awesome depth that such a mind must represent (à la, Isaiah 55:9). Yet it is just that unfathomable depth that makes such a statement believable, but also terrifyingly wonderful to meditate upon.
Even more than I have spent time today meditating on and praying about my own wife and children, God Almighty has spent time thinking about me. He’s been thinking about you, as well.
Such a possibility really is too wonderful for me.
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Earlier “Too wonderful for me” entries: