Understanding the Not-Understandable....

So it's been awhile since I have posted, perhaps because I have had little to say, or perhaps because I am being lazy. Anyways, so I had an epiphany about a month ago while sitting in church. Interesting that I call it an epiphany, for an epiphany means:

1.	(initial capital letter) a Christian festival, observed on January 6, commemorating the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles in the persons of the Magi; Twelfth-day.

2.	an appearance or manifestation, esp. of a deity.

3.	a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

4.	a literary work or section of a work presenting, usually symbolically, such a moment of revelation and insight.

I didn't know about the Christian festival, but I guess you learn something all the time. Now for the three of you reading this, I shall continue to explain the irony of my epiphany.

Without getting too much into brain science, we operate on a system of a left and right brain, some that I have explained before. The left brain is the logical, explicit side that regulates our right brain, the experiential, emotional, implicit side of the brain. Trauma occurs when we experience overwhelming emotions, hence our right brain is firing like crazy, and there is no logic to regulate. Hence, a very deep experience is implanted in our brains that has no explanation. There is no category in the human brain that understands being hit, molested, or screamed at. No category for why people would choose to fly airplanes into a building nor take our a gun and begin shooting former peers and friends.

Now, so I was sitting in church, and the pastor gave an illustration that made my epiphany occur. He took a filing cabinet, a box wrapped up like a present, and tried to stick the present, which obviously would not fit, in the filing cabinet. While doing so, he explained that we have no category in our brains for things like trauma, nor do we have a category for God's grace. Wow. It clicked. Right there, somehow God's grace began to make sense, or yet, how it doesn't make sense.

But do we try to make it? I know I certainly do. I think we all want so badly to understand God's grace, and perhaps, at least for me, I try to work for my goodness, for if I am "good", then I think I can understand God's grace, for He has a reason to love me. And in our society, that's what we live on, our merit. You have good credit, you get a good loan. You have a good driving record, you get lower insurance. You perform well at work, you get promoted.

I think this is why skeptics are skeptics. Because God's grace doesn't make logical sense in this science based world we live in. I don't know about the two of you, but for me, that makes my faith stronger. I don't have to prove it to anyone, because God's grace doesn't fit in our culture, nor in my brain.

I find it also interesting that the healing for the trauma that many experience can truly be found in something almost as confounding. And that, my friends, is the irony of the epiphany. The good news is that His grace is greater than any trauma, and can heal all trauma.