God will tell us his name, but we will be branded forever with fire
and will bear within us the scar of his devouring passion. No one can
see God without his eyes being burnt in the fire of the Spirit. No one
can taste God without his heart experiencing a new hunger. No one can
believe without his prayer becoming a cry of immense desire. No one
can speak about God without experiencing silence, for there are no
words to say the name of God.
“No one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son
chooses to reveal him.” Who has the ability to put into words the
glory of Jesus Christ, a man among men, the image of God in the form
off the humblest of human beings? God does not make noise. He reveals
himself in the signs of his presence, through faith, a faith that like
love is a fire.
“I bless you Father … for hiding these things from the learned and the
clever and revealing them to mere children.” Only a childlike heart
has access to true love and to faith. It is good for us that the fire
should keep us from drawing; near, for it is not possible to stare at
God as one stares at the statue of Jesus or Mother Mary.
“No one knows the Son except the Father.” It is good for us to
contemplate Jesus with faces veiled, for we cannot speak of him as we
would explain a mathematical problem or a geometrical theorem. Moses
covered his face because he was afraid to look at God. In a short
time, he will truly know God, for when his people leave the land of
slavery, he will see the God who saw the wretched state of his people
and heard their cries. We truly know the fire only when it has burned
us. We truly experience faith only when we experience the burning
touch of the Spirit.