Why Mysteries?

All of the points along this path that we pause at are called "mysteries".

I remember when I was a little annoyance at my mom's knees, and I would have a profound question for which there was no quick and easy answer; a stock reply that was always at hand was "It's a mystery. We accept some things on faith alone."

Very unsatisfying answer, that. Especially for an empty-headed beastie who wants to eat the world and all it's ticklish wonder in one great gulp.

Perhaps the mystery thing was sometimes used to cover a dearth of theological brilliance on the part of dear old mom.

But, "mystery" was also tossed at my young head to stress something very important.

The depths of the mind of God are not knowable. In this life, I will never be able to "figure God out". I cannot contain Him. He contains me, and all else that is.

That is humbling.

It should be.

Humility helps one to understand at the core, that the needs and concerns of others must be met and addressed, if one is to have any measure of peace in addressing our own needs and concerns.

What is a mystery, if not the audacity of man to call out to God to ask, to demand forgiveness for the mess that we inevitably make of things when exercising the blessed curse, the cursed blessing of free will? The Omnipotent creator of the fusion flames of stars, the author of the myriad laws of physics that are obeyed by insensate nature, the completeness of perfection that is needful of no created thing; this sublime, divinity enters into a relationship with the created creature, one that seemingly takes every opportunity to insult him, to bite and claw at the hand held out in blessing, to deny the very godhead of the Deity.

This ineffable power of creation speaks a single perfect word.

In the speaking of this word resides trinity.

The Father is creator.
The Son is the word that was with God in the beginning, that is God.
This contemplation by the Father of the Son and by the Son of the Father is the everliving Spirit who is God.

How can what seems to be "threeness" still be only one God?

It's a mystery.

Mysteries are a good thing to contemplate. Perhaps they are not meant to have "knowable" answers. Perhaps contemplation is the end and not the means in such exercises.

I believe it is so with the Rosary.

We remember the life of a man.
We add to this the incomprehensible condenscension on the part of a GOD to take on imperfection; to take on flesh, which is subject to corruption.
We ponder His willingness to subject His Son to the effects of sin, the results of free choice, willingly exercised against the will of God.
We attempt to comprehend the acceptance on the part of the Son, to take sin itself, upon himself, who is without sin, so that man might have cause to hope for something more than a grave to end his days.
We collectively and individually recall key moments from his life and breathe new life into our memories of His lessons of love.

In those moments we find solace, peace, and inspiration.

Christ did not come into the world as a grand warrior to subdue the foes of the "true believers".

He came into the world as a rabbi, a teacher, to make true believers of the world.