Yes, my God is unexpected:
He is close to us and above all things.
He is sweet and he is violent.
He is eternal and is born every day.
He created us for happiness and feeds us on suffering.
He blesses what so many fear.
He loves what so many despise.
He asks from us what seems impossible.
He came to bring war and he is peace-loving.
He is God and he is man,
one and Trinity.
He reproves those who are unjust, and bears with injustice.
He is Father almighty – and allows suffering to go on torturing the world.
He demands that we conquer the world, that we live in the world,
that we love all that is human, and he wants us
to think of eternity.
He asks sanctity of everyone and chose as head of his Church
the apostle who denied him.
His predilection goes to the weak and the poor, and those are
the ones who go on suffering most.
He engraves his law in everybody’s conscience, and founded a Church
whose Magisterium at times creates conflicts with the
voice of people’s conscience.
He is always present and nobody sees His face.
He who loves his neighbor loves Him, – however
he goes on being unique.
He is our whole life, and He has no name.
The nearer you come to Him, the more you love Him,
the less you understand Him.
He is freedom, and came to obey.
He is love, – and Hell exists.
He praises marriage to the extent of making it a sacrament and the
image of his union with the Church, – and He and his mother
He is the heart of our history; not a single hair falls from our
head without his leave, and millions of men go on without knowing
of his existence, or else consider Him superfluous.
He is joy and pain at the same time.
He is holy, and was the friend of sinners.
He is all purity, and allowed the prostitutes
to touch him and to love him.
He loudly condemned the rich – and ate with them.
My disconcerting God is difficult for the man who wants
to measure Him completely, – or for those who want to
impose a logic upon him.
But my God escapes all logic and all our measures.
My God is both marvelous and ineffable,
unique and disconcerting.
He is being and He is motion.
He is what has been, what is
and what will be.
He is all, and nothing is Him.
My disconcerting God is the one
in whom one believes without seeing Him,
whom one loves without touching Him,
in whom one hopes without understanding Him,
whom we possess without deserving Him.