What is it about mysteries that is so compelling? I love mysteries. I'm not talking about Nancy Drew. I mean real mysteries, ones that don't have a definite answer but spark all kinds of theories of possibilities. Like what happened to Amelia Earhart? Or Anastasia Romanov? What really happened to the Lindbergh baby?
I have no explanation for why these and other mysteries capture my attention. They just do. For some reason the unexplainable just begs to be explored and calls to something deep within, imploring me to search it out.
Generally, I don't have the time to indulge in reading literature on theories exposing what may have happened. However, there's a greater mystery than such inconsequential puzzles as these that is begging to be searched out and known. A mystery that may not be fully understood on earth and possibly never will be completely explained.
That their hearts may be encouraged, having been knit together in love, and attaining to all the wealth that comes from the full assurance of understanding, resulting in a true knowledge of God's mystery, that is, Christ Himself, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. Colossians 2:2,3, NASB
By common confession, great is the mystery of godliness:
He who was revealed in the flesh,
Was vindicated in the Spirit,
Seen by angels,
Proclaimed among the nations,
Believed on in the world,
Taken up in glory.
1 Timothy 3:16, NASB
"This is the mystery into which angels desire to look. They desire to know how Christ could live and work in a fallen world, how He could mingle with sinful humanity. It was a mystery to them that He who hated sin with intense hatred felt the most tender, compassionate sympathy for the beings that committed sin" (ST Jan. 20, 1898).
It may ever remain a mystery to me how God could love such a flawed, failing, and faithless creature as myself. And yet I am determined to explore it. Because to know this, to come closer to understanding this mystery, is to know God in all His love.