There are very few moments in life when we are comfortable saying, “I don’t know.”

We live in a world overflowing with information. Within seconds, almost anything can be searched, explained, or answered. We have become accustomed to knowing. More than that, we have become uncomfortable with not knowing.

When life confronts us with questions, uncertainty, or suffering, our first instinct is often to look for answers. We find it difficult to remain with what we cannot immediately explain. Even while listening to someone, we may find ourselves searching for a solution rather than simply sharing their silence. Perhaps it is not ignorance that makes us restless, but the discomfort of not knowing.

Perhaps this is why Jesus’ words sound so surprising: “You have hidden these things from the wise and the learned, and revealed them to little ones” (Mt 11:25).

Jesus is not praising ignorance, nor is he condemning wisdom. Throughout the Scriptures, wisdom is a gift from God. What Jesus gently questions is something else: the heart that believes it already knows enough.

The “little ones” are not those with less intelligence. The Greek word Jesus uses literally means those who cannot yet speak for themselves. They know dependence. They receive before they understand. They trust before they explain.

Perhaps faith begins where the need to know everything comes to an end.

The greatest mysteries of life have never been solved. Love is not solved. Friendship is not solved. Suffering is not solved. God is not solved. They are received.

Mary is the perfect image of these “little ones.” She did not solve the mystery of God. She received it. By her simple “Yes” (Lk 1:38), she became the first dwelling place of the Word made flesh. She remained faithful even at the foot of the Cross, carrying a mystery she never fully understood.

Therefore, perhaps the deepest question is not, “How much do I know about God?” But rather:

When was the last time I allowed myself not to know?

When was the last time I slowed down enough to listen instead of explain?

When was the last time I simply placed myself before God, like an infant, with empty hands and without answers?

Perhaps that is where the Father begins to reveal what no amount of knowledge alone can ever discover.