One of the problems with man’s pursuit of knowledge is that he seems to think it is gathered like hay in the barn, or as money in the bank. Every young boy sees the folly, for he wonders where his next geometry lesson is going to be stored. He is still small enough to know his head has dimensions. “It is full,” he protests. “We wouldn’t want to crowd out the last lesson.”

The young boy knows that geometry is bigger than his brain. And the wise man knows this about all truth. You don’t get the truth in your head as much as you get your head in the truth. You can be its understudy, but man does not under-stand the truth so much as it stands under him.

In other words, wisdom is a lady that must be danced with. She cannot be thrown in the storage closet of your mind. The man who attempts to arrest her by reason alone will always be learning but never coming to a knowledge of the truth (2 Timothy 3:7). This lady created the world. She fills the world. By faith, you can ask her hand; you can never snatch it.