Curious Christian

I’ve long felt God is beyond any category I could ever create, that any attempt to box God into a neat set of definitions falls short. The moment I try to define what God is, I’ve missed the point. God is bigger than my language, bigger than my concepts, even bigger than my imagination.

I mean, every time I think I’ve grasped something about God, it feels like there’s a whole other layer I hadn’t even considered. Like I’m getting just a small glimpse of something endlessly expansive. I find myself wondering: can anything infinite really be described by words that are so finite? It’s like the deeper I go into that thought, the more I realize how limited my perspective is.

And maybe that’s the beauty of it. Maybe God is to be experienced more than analysed or dissected. Every attempt to categorize feels like trying to capture the wind in a jar. It’s impossible, and yet we still try. There’s something humbling in recognizing that I’ll never fully comprehend. Yet something awe-inspiring in the idea that God is always more than I can imagine.