The Greatest Mystery 

   I’ve always been a huge fan of mystery novels.  I’ve probably read every Hardy Boys mystery ever written along with several Nancy Drew mysteries.  I’ve read Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, and even most of the Edgar Allen Poe mysteries.  But the greatest mystery I’ve ever read is the bible.

   Mystery novels mostly tend to be a “who done it”.  The object is to figure out who did what and to whom.  The clues are there, but often difficult to see.  The author presents them in such a way as to make it even harder to find the villain.  Often it seems that the most logical answer points to the wrong person.  I guess that’s why they are called mysteries.

   In the bible there is no doubt about who the heroes are and who the villains are.  God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are the heroes, Satan and his followers are the bad guys.  The mystery is not who did what, but why?

   Why did God create?  He is complete and needs nothing so why make a universe and fill it with people who would reject Him?  Why would Christ choose to come into the world as a helpless infant rather than a king?  Why would He choose to die on the cross for those who had rejected Him and for all those that continue to reject Him today?

   I suppose the Bible isn’t really a mystery after all; it is a love story.  God did what He did and does all that He continues to do because God is love.   He reaches out to us in love in the desire that we will return that love.  There is a heavenly kingdom that awaits those who love Him and hell for those who reject Him. 

   The real mystery is why so many refuse to love a God who loves them so devotedly.