It’s a secret!
When I was growing up, secrets were about birthday gifts, or what was for dessert, or who was coming for a meal.
We’d pull our shoulders up to our ears, arch our eyebrows, eyes shining, and relish the word: it’s a SEEE-cret!
I’m grateful beyond words that my childhood didn’t have the heavy, ugly secrets that some children need to carry. In my world, secret was a word of relish, delight, and anticipation, and I still love surprises, when a secret bursts all over me.
But I’m not a child now, and there are a lot of things I don’t know. Questions and unknowns are a big part of my life, and sometimes the unsurety nearly wrecks me.
How I can know what to do?
What’s the best way forward?
Why did that happen?
How will that end up ok?
Songs and sayings don’t really help. I can sing “Do not be afraid, for I will be with you” or “Be still, my soul” but the fear doesn’t go away. The anxiety still acts like it’ll choke me.
Theologians might say I need to live with faith. That’s supposed to take care of a lot of questions.
Psychologists could call me to live in mystery, open-handed, and sit with the questions.
I call it living with tension and a creased forehead.
Then I read Cry, the Beloved Country, a story of deep loss, solid love, and unanswered questions. Near the end of the book, the protagonist reflects:
Why was it given to one man to have his pain transmuted into gladness? Why was it given to one man to have such an awareness of God? And might not another, having no such awareness, live with pain that never ended? …And might not another feel also a compulsion, and pray night and day without ceasing, for the restoration of some other valley that would never be restored?
It was not for man’s knowing. …It was a secret.
A secret is a word of wonder, excitement, eagerness. It’s light and buoyant and nothing fearful.
My childhood connotations of secrets have given me a way to think about the unanswerable, impossible questions that cloud my brain. You might say it’s a mind game, but it helps me. It doesn’t change anything except the lens through which I look at the world, and the way I see God and His inscrutable ways.
When I call things a secret, I see God’s eyes shining in anticipation of when everything wrong will become untrue. And the things that break His heart now, He carries in His heart as His own secret sorrows. Pain and questions are not nothing to Him, and He knows grief.
I know that there are riches found in secret places, and that He sees everything in secret, and that darkness is as light to Him. I can trust Him with His secrets because I utterly trust His character, His intentions, His unending love. My mysteries and questions are not mysteries and questions to Him. This is all I know, and it is enough. For now, His secrets are safe with Him.
The sun tips with light the mountains. …The great valley…is still in darkness, but the light will come there. For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing. But when that dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.
10 thoughts on “Treasures in Secret”
Lovely! You’re right–it’s a matter of perspective, but one with the sovereignty and love of God at its vanishing point.
I love the way you put that, Lucy!
You make me want to reread Cry, the Beloved Country. Love that book.
I, too, have been sitting with lots of questions. If I didn’t have the hope that God had some treasures in those secret places, I’m not sure I couldn’t keep going. Thanks for sharing these words of truth.
Hope is one of the greatest gifts, isn’t it?
Thank you for that beautiful affirmation that our God knows all, and can’t wait for us to be able to understand, all His secrets! How great His love and care to not always give us all that we think we must know now, but only what He knows we need, to be able to give it all back to Him. I think His love of relationship and free choice demands that He have secrets… Can we, in our pain, see that as His greatest expression of His love for us? and His joy in our choice of trust?
The greatest expression of His love? I’d not thought of it in that way!
It’s a secret! That is a beautiful way of looking at all the questions. Thank you for communicating this in such a lovely way!
Thanks for your encouraging words!
You inspire me to read this book. I have now added it to my Kindle wish list. Thanks!
Glad about that! To be clear, the reference to a secret is a minute part of the story but it was important to me.