One of the wise things a wise person knows about himself is he could be wrong.
I suppose it’s a good thing for keeping one humble. A truly wise person generally is humble.
The capacity for my non-knowledge of things is almost limitless. And it’s not just me. Look at what our Ecclesiastical brother says:
No one can comprehend what goes on under the sun. Despite all his efforts to search it out, man cannot discover its meaning. Even if a wise man claims he knows, he cannot really comprehend it.*
The things I’m so sure about that I’d die defending are few. And those I hold by faith. Anything else I’m likely to vacillate on, soften my opinions, see from another perspective, or just say, “I don’t know.”
That’s not everything. Like I said, there are a few “articles of faith” that if I did not hold I might as well not be here. But there’s a universe else that is at best “considered speculation.”
It wasn’t always that way. I used to know a lot more.
But life kept revealing more of itself. At this rate, by the time I’m ready to go, I’ll know almost nothing.
Except where I’m going.
It’s an odd kind of consolation but, in the end, that’s all that matters.
It’s wise to get at least that one right.
*Ecc. 8:17 NIV (see also Ecc. 7:23,24)
Next: The Beauty of Wisdom. Coming Saturday.