
As I read this short and simple entry today, I am actually having a hard time narrowing down something to write about because about five things have come to mind! The idea of our time as a sacrifice for one, and the idea of the world we live in being action-addicted is another. But to be honest, the thing that is sticking out the most to me about this entry is one word: fathom.
I have only recently learned what the word fathom means. A fathom is a measurement, and it originally comes from the length that a man could outstretch his arms—from one hand to the other (hold on to that imagery, we’ll come back to it!) Fathom was used typically to measure the depths of water, and I just googled it and apparently one fathom is about six feet. So, that means the ocean is a whole lot of fathoms deep.
I’ve always thought the word fathom meant to understand, but it is much more than that. Job 11:7 asks us, “Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the almighty?” And Isaiah says, “Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom” (40:28). So when the Bible tells us over and over again that we cannot fathom God, we cannot fathom how smart he is, we cannot fathom his goodness or his love… it is much stronger than saying we can’t understand it—we can’t even being to measure it!
Our reading today tells us that God is blessed by our time together, a mystery that we should not try to fathom. God actually wants to be with the children who daily pick everything else in our lives but him, and we cannot possibly figure out why. There is no appropriate analogy for God’s grace. It frustrates the most intellectual among us and transcends everything we believe about human behavior. But personally, I am loving the idea and smiling at the fact that my God is so big I can’t even begin to get it!
God wants us, our love, our lives, our time. And we cannot fathom this. We cannot stretch our arms wide and wrap them around the idea. Because once you have fathomed something, that means it has been measure and probably you won’t need to measure it again. I don’t think God ever wants us to stop stretching our arms as wide as possible in anxious expectation for him to come grab us.
Think of the cross, and the arms stretched wide and bearing a pain so great… all that is left to do is fall into those arms in gratitude, thankful that we don’t have to understand, we can just be.