“Do you mean ter tell me,” Hagrid growled at the Dursleys, “that this boy—this boy!—knows nothin’ abou’—about ANYTHING?”
Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks weren’t bad.
“I know some things,” he said.
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
I can only imagine how Harry is feeling at the moment he discovers he is a wizard. Frightened, enlightened, terrified or excited, awestruck yet liberated? Harry’s ignorance before he met Hagrid was obvious, because he was purposely shielded from the truth. I, on the other hand, was taught how willfully ignorant I am about a lot of things. And realizing how much I don’t know is both terrifying and exciting.
So there I was, sitting in my Contemporary Spanish Literature class. (Which, by the way, was completely in Spanish and about 40% of the time I had no idea what my professor was saying.) She was talking about ingenious authors from the Andalusia region of Spain (the region where Sevilla is located), all of which I had never heard of. Meanwhile, there is a girl sitting next to
me who I assumed was Spanish because she spoke it so well. But when she introduced herself, she said that her name is Julud and is from Tunez. Which, apparently, is the Spanish name for Tunisia, a country in Northern Africa. That’s right,Tunisia, NOT Tansania!
You’re a wizard, Harry!
And then I dumbstruck, gracefully blurted out to her that I had never heard of her country.
I’ve never heard about an entire country of people?? #MindBlowing.
An entire nation of people, were not known by me, an American university student. Now, in my defense, no one else who she introduced herself to had heard of it either (which is scary). But still… I’m sure the name of her country at least graced the pages of a history book at some point during my schooling career.
But, just so that God could humble me a whole lot more, I had misplaced my phone the class before, and Julud helped me find it. And then, just to demonstrate how knowledgeable of the world I am, I said that someone I know from Israel speaks Arabic like she does, but in reality, Israeli people actually speak Hebrew. I thought I knew that?
It has been one of those wonderful days where I realized that the world is a whole lot bigger than I could possibly conceptualize, and that I know a lot less than I originally believed. It’s simple, but infinitely complex. Catch my drift?
It’s wonderful because I’ve met so many people from different ethnic backgrounds who think so much more differently than me, and it is so beautiful, because I’ve found that my faith in what I believe has been strengthened even despite differing opinions.
Because, despite all of the “newness” of today, the constancy of God- the same God of today, yesterday, and tomorrow (Hebrews 13:8), has been demonstrated to me time and time again, even though I constantly fail to trust Him.
Compared to Christ, I am blind, crippled and deaf, and yet, I often believe that I can see better, hear better, and walk more gracefully than Him. But in reality, Christ is urging me on and telling me that I need to trust who He is- He is vision beyond comparison, sight beyond belief, and grace beyond comprehension.
Today was one of those “delight in my weaknesses” (2 Corinthians 12:10) kind of days, because I truly was smacked on the head by the truth that I don’t know what in the world I am doing, but God’s just like, “Hey Andrea….I know what I am doing. Relax, follow, listen…and trust me to guide you….(and by the way, study your geography).”