In the early 80’s one of my favourite songs was “It’s a Mystery” by Toyah. I was 8 when it was released and to my puerile mind it was Punk and very exciting. My older siblings assured me it was “sanitized pop and not proper punk!”. We were arguing about how punk and rebellious and cool we were whilst riding our ponies and using the family silver, but that’s beside the point.
We all love the mysterious don’t we? I do. And I’m sure it must be a natural, instinctive curiosity - otherwise early man would never have ventured into that first dark cave, or decided to see what would happen if they put a piece of meat on a stick in the big hot orangey thing. So, much as we love the unexplained, it’s in our nature to investigate and explain it and thus destroy the enigma.
It’s like ghosts – I love reading ghost stories and thoroughly freaking myself out until I have to hide behind the sofa. However, when I am alone somewhere desolate, or at night during a power outage – I do not believe in them.
This is pretty immature I know. I’m not advocating wholesale willful ignorance or anything, but it’s like eating a delicious chocolate cake and then finding out there’s zucchini in it. It just takes the joy out of the thing a little. I don’t know why, it just does.
Therefore we proclaim the mystery of faith.
Christ has died,
Christ is risen.
Christ will come again.
I'm not well read, not an intellectual, there's an awful lot I don't understand in the world and in the Bible, but I am happy to accept the mystery of faith - for that is what faith is - "complete trust or confidence in someone or something." You can have a severe lack of education and no deep understanding of theology and you can still bask joyfully in the mystery of faith.