The other day at school, one of the theology teachers was trying to determine an answer on a crossword puzzle that his students were given in class. The question was “What is the fundamental norm of Christian morality and the fullness of the law.”
The answer had 5 letters, the second to the last letter was “u.”
_ _ _ u _
Now there were a few of us in the department hanging around St. Rita’s before class, and we all puzzled over it. We laughed, because no one could figure it out. A combined mass of Masters degrees in Philosophy, Systematic Theology, Church History, etc. Clueless! How the heck are the kids gonna get this if we can’t?
This got me thinking about how often we scramble and scratch and work incessantly to get an answer for the blank spaces in life. And we feel so limited. It’s just a couple of blanks! How could we not guess the answer? Why won’t this word fit, or this one? The book must be wrong. It’s a typo. It’s impossible!
I think all of the questions we have ultimately have one Answer, but we think it can’t possibly be that simple. And yet it is.
The answer was Jesus.
Ouch.
The Heart of Things 