I've been reading an interesting book (I actually started it months ago, but put in down while I read and taught on a different book, but I'm back into this one now) called 'A Generous Orthodoxy' by Brian McClaren. I would say it is stretching me. I'm not sure yet how I feel about some of what he says, but I found the below paragraph (which is actually a quote from Chesterton's 'Orthodoxy') really clicked with me in the sense of feeling that we can't understand or explain or teach all of God. He is not able to be fully comprehended by our finite minds. Isn't that exciting? There is always an unexplored aspect of Him for us to journey through. Always. It's incomprehensible.
"Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess players do...Perhaps the strongest case of all is this: that only one great English poet ever went mad, Cowper. And he was definitely driven made by logi, by the ugly and alien logic of predestination. Poetry was not the disease, but the medicine...He was damned by John Calvin...Poetry is sane because if floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion...The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits...The madman is not the man who has lot his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason...Materialists and madmen never have doutbs...Mysticism keeps men sane. As long has you have the mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity."
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