An archaeologist spends his life learning the history of the earth’s existence. He digs in remote sites long forgotten to find greater understanding. He then tries to explain it to others within the confines of his logical education. I have sympathy for this type of teacher. I understand the limitations of trying to teach something that really can’t be explained by a man’s education. Picture if you will, an archaeologist trying to explain to young kids what each layer means in terms of his teaching knowledge, yet the kids only see a mound of dirt. This picture extends to life as well.
We each have memories and experiences that have formed who we are. We can try to explain them in a logical fashion, but in the end we must realize all our digging doesn’t always give us words to explain to others the history of who we are. Where we see a life of experiences, they may only see a mound of dirt. If we get them to draw back away from the digging site, their view may have more perspective. They can see the over layering of trees and grass, maybe even new civilizations. That new growth has been built upon the old sites.
Isa 61:4 They shall build up the old ruins; they shall raise up the former desolations; they shall repair the ruined cities, the desolations of many generations.