Less Chirk, More Christ

I called at Chirk Castle in the Autumn. I had walked the previous year, but had not the time to enter before I was due back. This time, I came in the car, bought a ticket and went inside.

“Sadly, the state rooms are not available,” said the National Trust employee. “I hope that won’t be a problem”. So although I saw some old rooms and climbed some towers and descended into a dungeon, the poshest, grandest parts of the castle were off limits. Do I come back a third time, this year, to see the rest?

Chirk Castle is not unlike Jesus Christ. There is always more to see, to hear, to know, to discover, to love. One can never exhaust Him or deplete Him; in fact, the opposite happens. The more one comes to Him, the more we want to know more; the more we drink from His fountain, the greater our desire to drink again.  

If the castle and its off-limits rooms reminded me of the great God who is too great to comprehend and fathom, then its delectable grounds reminded me of the place He is preparing for us. I might be able to ‘understand’ an earthly garden and appreciate its layout, but its extravagant beauty still thrills the soul.

Truly, God is good.

A  D