My wife and I have been watching a few episodes of Lost. In what we have watched so far I have been most intrigued by the development of the character John Locke. John is one of several survivors of a plane crash. As is with each of the characters John brings with him a very storied past. Previously to the plan crash he had spent the last three years in a wheel chair because his con man of a father pushed him out of a 3 or 4 story building. Once on the island though he is completely healed.

In thinking about this character what has intrigued me the most about him is this certain stigma of mystery about his character. He is very mysterious. He seems to be wise and yet he is unpredictable. Just when you think that you have him figured out he shows a different side and you learn something more of his storied past.

My intrigue with this character I believe strikes a deeper chord. A deeper reality that suggests that we are drawn to mystery. That quite possibly God wove it into our DNA.

How is it that we can become so wrapped up in a good book or movie intrigued by its mystery and yet want predictability in our own lives? How is it that we can be both drawn and repelled by mystery?

Chew on this thought a bit, and let me know what you think.