Wild.

I was falling asleep in one of my literature classes when my teacher said something that caught my attention: "God is wild. You never know what He's gonna do." 

...God? Wild? What? Wild in this case doesn't mean irrational, disordered, or random but extravagant, fantastic, wonderful and simply out of this world. Some may use 'uncontrolled' and 'reckless' interchangeably with 'wild', and in some ways this makes sense; to one who does not understand the way the universe works, a sudden thunderstorm or a funny looking animal would seem like a random mistake. As my teacher said, we never know what He's going to do; we can not fully understand the ways of the infinite One, but, we can know they are perfect. He can not fit into a box. He cannot be defined and restricted by us; He is wild, our God.

I thought of this during Mass. "Wow. The God of all creation allows us to consume Him; the most holy and perfect One appears as bread and wine. It's crazy...it's wonderful...it's wild." Our King -- because of a passionate, burning love -- breaks all bounds, restrictions and limits to be with His beloved. How wild is that?