Insight

I am grateful for insight.

Life rolls along pretty well with me just “knowing things.”  When I turn a faucet handle, water comes out.  When winter comes it gets colder.  It gets dark at night.  Mostly, golf balls I hit curve to the right.  These things I know to be true, but if I am honest, I have to admit I don’t really understand them.  I don’t know the “why” or I know it only in a very general sense.  There is a pump or water tower that creates pressure.  The relative position of the sun and earth.  A flawed swing.

But every now and then I am graced with insight – a knowing beyond the superficial, a knowing not only that something is, but also how or why it is, how it is designed, assembled – how it works.

Too much of this insight , of course, would make me difficult to get along with – God knows this in his infinite wisdom.  So individually, He gives me only limited insight, limited knowledge, lest I become intolerable (or even more so).  This, of course, seems unfair.  Why doesn’t he trust me with knowing it all!  (See the “intolerable” reference above.)  It occurs to me that perhaps, just perhaps, He sprinkles this knowledge around to keep us from being intolerable, yes, but also thinking that somehow we may pool our knowledge and insight to collectively figure things out.