Doink! A neighborhood kid kicked a ball that nearly punched out my kitchen window. I shot out into the backyard ready to deliver a lecture, but the angular teen disarmed me with a smile and a “Sorry, Mister.” I picked up the ball and asked him his name.
Countless apples later, it seems that we have given up on becoming like God and have settled instead for making God like ourselves. Negative theology is a venerable tradition that acknowledges the lure of this temptation and refuses it by modestly trying only to describe what God is not.