Much knowledge
has much advantage, and the best of it is the knowledge of being that has its
centre in unknowing. The more we know, the more we know we don’t know. Or, put
another way, the more we know, the less we need to know, for knowledge is a
farce without the wisdom to handle our knowledge properly.
Many ‘learned’
people make an ass of the law of knowledge. They make something that was
supposed to free us into something tyrannical. They lord their ‘knowledge’ over
people in great swabs of ignoble snobbery.
Now that might be
okay in the secular line of things, but it’s not of the Kingdom.
Much knowledge
brings us to another idea. It brings us to challenge every conception of dogma
that isolates and doesn’t include. It brings us into a space where pride over
intellectual conquests makes way for a calm, humble, and sociable maturity.
What other use is
knowledge — and much of it — other than to genuinely refine us, which is the
polar antithesis of an outcome breeding a superiority complex?
The more we know — actually
know — and are comfortable knowing — the less we need to prove what we know. We
may easily and often give way to the one who insists they know better. Proving
what we know is beside the point. Getting a point over on someone, because we
can, is neither loving nor beneficial for anyone.
The more we know,
the more comfortable we are that we will never know everything. And the more we
know, the more palatable a fallible memory will be. Who of us knows if we’ll
have Alzheimer’s a year from now? We think we are so immune to any such thing —
but that’s what the sufferer thought not long back now. None of this happens to
us. Or would you prefer some strange aneurism?
Much knowledge is
nothing to be prideful about. Chances are we are born into the sorts of
opportunities our knowledge has afforded us.
Knowledge is nothing
without love. But love and her virtues make a meal of knowledge, putting it to
good use for the Kingdom.
Knowledge is great,
but not if we are a know-it-all. Then our knowledge is a source of obnoxious
tolerance, at best, and ridicule, at worst. No good thing comes from that.
But when we use our
knowledge to build people up, we bless everyone who witnesses such a thing. That’s
a refined and humbled and most worthy knowledge.
Knowing much is most
about knowing that we don’t need to know so much.
© 2015 S. J. Wickham.
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