C. S. Lewis in his Narnia chronicles says of the Christ-figure, Aslan: he is not a tame lion. This has always resonated with me. The Holy Spirit is not tame, he does not bend to our wills, he does not do what we expect, he baffles us and sometimes freaks us out.  

Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than not knowing: not knowing what to expect, not knowing what to do, not knowing what’s going on. Then in true paradoxical fashion, I like mysteries and questions, things that are confounding and beyond figuring out. 

I have been in situations where the Holy Spirit has burst out in weird and outlandish ways.  Needless to say, I was rather uncomfortable. I then have to remind myself that our God is not tame, he is wild, sometimes unpredictable and often mysterious. “Who can fathom the Spirit of the Lord or instruct the Lord as his counsellor?” Isaiah 40:13  

R. T. Kendall highlights that when Paul quotes this scripture in Romans, Spirit is translated as mind (Romans 11:33). In an age of scientism where seeing is believing and everything has to be proved scientifically, there is a danger of reducing God to a god of the gaps (merely an explanation for something science is yet to discover). But we serve a God who is beyond the natural world, he is not material, he is above our understanding – he is transcendent.

 I would love to figure God out, but I also love the mind-bending paradoxical mysteriousness of a triune, transcendent yet imminent Father, Lord and friend. So sometimes I need to remind myself he isn’t a tame lion, accept my humanness and delight that he cannot be figured out.