God is limitless, but I am not. God is all-knowing; I know some things. God can do all things; I like to think I do a few things well. God loves without bounds; I like some people. God is perfect; I’m more of a recovering life-wreck. This is the chasm between the Creator and the broken creation. I cannot bridge that chasm.
One way to express the good news which Christians call the Gospel is that God bridged that chasm by wrapping the infinite within a mortal body. He is Jesus, born in Bethlehem “down south,” raised in Nazareth “up north,” a carpenter by profession, a teacher and miracle-worker by vocation, both God and a man by nature, killed outside Jerusalem, raised again to life on the third day, “who lives and reigns with God the Father in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.” We cannot bridge the chasm, but God did. That is grace.
This blog is space for my occasional reflections on the things of God and the things of this world. The reflections are finite, as I am finite, but I hope they reflect something of the one who is infinite.
Who am I? No one special, in myself. “Theophiletos” is the passive of the more common “theophilos.” The latter is a Greek adjective meaning “someone who loves God.” It became a name, first in Greek, and later in English. I hope the adjective accurately describes me, but if it does, it is only because of the truth of the other word. “Theophiletos” is an adjective meaning “someone loved by God,” which is true of you, me, and everyone else. God loves us so much, it can make us uncomfortable sometimes! That’s a good thing. In using the name “theophiletos,” I call attention to my Maker, my Redeemer, my Lover, and my Lord.