The Glory of the Fog


December 2002

 

I have been taking photographs late in the night recently. On a few occasions, broken clouds and rolling fog have covered the moon, and left me waiting for the opportunity to snap my pictures. I have waited patiently during these cold winter nights, and taken the pause to reflect why I love the fog so much.

I do love the fog. I love to walk in it. I love to watch it roll by. I even love to drive in it. But, as I sat waiting for photographs to unveil, I realized that what I love most about the fog is not the fog itself. What I love is when the fog rolls back and begins to reveal what it has been hiding.

Fog is like the mystery of religion. The glory of mystery is not that it is hidden, but that the mystery is rolled back and we discover beauty behind the veil of secrecy which previously hid it. The Apostle Paul speaks of the mystery of the Gospel as being something which has been hidden and is now being revealed. The wonderousness of God is not that He is hidden from us, but that His magnificence shall be revealed to us someday.

The fog rolled back periodically and gave me opportunity to take my snapshots. Shadows of trees and homes would appear in the mist, and create images which a clear night could not have occasioned. The clouds would open up around the moon for brief glimpses and offer a beauty which the open sky could not have presented. The glory of these beautiful scenes were not simply because they were hidden, the beauty was discovered at the moment of unveiling. This is why I love the fog.

This is also why I love God. During patient waiting I may sit through extended periods of personal fog, but if I wait long enough the fog rolls back and the glory of His truth and character is revealed. The mysteries of true religion are not beautiful because they are incomprehensible, they are beautiful because they offer moments of unveiling when the fog rolls away, and I can catch glimpses of beauty and wisdom.

The glory of mystery is like the glory of the fog. The beauty of it is found when it rolls back to offer a peek at the majesty behind it.






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