Playfully she danced and bounded, touching here on your bed, then there on your pillow. Around you she glided, lighting the room with her golden glow and leaving behind a dusty trail of colors that dissolved in a moment.
At her arrival you stirred, but did not see. Sleeping so still, all cozy and warm, she teased your dreams, beckoning your favor, calling for attention. But heartless you slept, while she poured out her care and pined for affection.
Undaunted, she shimmered-out a dazzle of fairy-sized sparkles, then jumped away to a careful repose. What’s this? Did you stir?
With a coy glance back, through a parting of gossamer wings, her gaze fell to your slumbering eyes. Renewing her resolve, she drifted gracefully o’er your sleeping form, and sweetly dropped a golden brick on your head.
Ahhggh! With a snort you rolled, then slowly rose. Ah, at last you’re awake. Now, she thought, you will notice her radiant beauty, her slender form borne on translucent wings. Now you will perceive her delicate features and her diadem of grace.
Who you ask, could this troublesome pixie be? Her name is Mystery, and she dares you to catch her.
But no. You’re up and staggering, with eyes half closed, to make the coffee, read the paper, get to work. The persistent sprite takes pursuit. She follows your day, she never gives up. At work she calls to your thoughts and lures your desires. She bids your attention, to notice, to follow.
With a determined look and a hint of mischief, she decides to rearrange the events of your day. Touching your hopes and threading your dreams, she flits and flies, becoming visible in the situations she brings. Her playground is all your earthly cares. Your desires and dreams are her toys.
From joyous pinnacles she swoops, to valleys of mournful dirge, coursing through the canyons of what seem to you as only happenstance. She seems unconcerned by your problems, this busy creature, darting among the ruinous heaps of her finest work.
In leisure and obligation she is there, sweeping your thoughts from laughter to painful memory and back again. She whispers to those you meet, provoking their words. She is in all that enters your reach, and beams from every event. Her mission is your welfare, her delight is your wealth. She is an elusive beauty. She is the sacred and secret purpose of God for your life.
As you awoke this morning a mystery swirled about you. Questions waited for answers. Is there a God? What is he doing? These questions have endured throughout time, and spring from the soul of man. Who are you really? Where did you come from? Where are you going? Each day these riddles come haunting, and no amount of earthly diversion can drive them permanently away.
Those who seek wisdom will undertake their solution. And searching the world over, they will eventually come to the God of creation. For all the questions of men, are answered in the secrets of God. Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding? … God understandeth the way thereof, and he knoweth the place thereof. For he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole heaven.
Every generation of men has lived among the mysteries of God. Some have sought for him, and being quickened, were empowered to see into his heavenly realm. To them, life became an animate teacher, instructing them into the presence of God. But others have come and gone, seeing only the sight of their physical eyes. They should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after him, and find him, though he be not far from every one of us: For in him we live, and move, and have our being.
This search for God’s secrets is the noblest of all quests, for this endeavor alone has the potential to satisfy the human spirit. Apart from the captivating allure of God and his wisdom, life on earth would be frightfully dull, predictable, and pointless. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men.
As you begin your inquiry into the heavenly realm, you will first be struck with the amazing observation that God had a Son. The New Testament is the announcement of his birth.
The Bible declares that Jesus Christ was born as a man. Jesus Christ our Lord, which was made of the seed of David according to the flesh. It states that he was perfected as a Son during his time on earth. For it became him, for whom are all things, and by whom are all things, in bringing many sons unto glory, to make the captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings. By his death and resurrection, Jesus became the first spiritually begotten Son of God. Declared to be the Son of God with power, according to the spirit of holiness, by the resurrection from the dead.
Jesus is not an appendage of God, like an leg or a tentacle, that was cut off and thrust to the ground. Rather, he is a new, independent being, a newborn spirit that grew up to become an adult. For as the Father hath life in himself; so hath he given to the Son to have life in himself. Jesus is a sovereign entity, a distinct personality, possessing the same character and abilities as his Father. All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Furthermore, the Bible declares that he is one of many, he is the firstborn of many brethren.
But how is this possible? How can a man, born of an earth woman, become a begotten Son of God? And if this is true, what are the implications for you? To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.
Beyond the Son of God comes the study of the Father that sired him. Of all the religions in existence, only the God of the Bible claims to have created the heavens and the earth. And he has a name. He called himself in Hebrew, “Yahweh,” which means, “I will become whatsoever I will.” This name embodies a promise of transformation that is backed by infinite ability.
But who is he personally? What does he want? What should be your response to him? And what manner of deity subjects an obedient and developing Son to the horror of human crucifixion?
God himself is the ultimate mystery. He is creator, showman, and Father. He calls himself spirit. He calls himself love. He describes himself as all-powerful and all-wise. He dwells in every place and every time. Yet throughout all these, he hides. Verily thou art a God that hidest thyself, O God of Israel.
The Father of Jesus Christ is a reclusive wonder. He is never seen in his entirety. He covers his face and conceals his plans. Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding? Seeing it is hid from the eyes of all living. God never tells all he knows, but guides all things, at times in directions that seem contrary to the destination. His strategies are the secrets of heaven. His works are clandestine, his true nature arcane. He enjoys obscurity. He shrouds himself within his creation and cloaks his wisdom in fantastic events. Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
God is a supreme entertainer- he delights to display his astounding splendors. When men see these amazing events they stand spellbound in awe, but few indeed will ever notice the God that produced them. The LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire.
God is a master of disguise. He has made all the world a mystery and hidden himself within it. Every physical thing and every spirit reveals the wisdom of God. The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. He created all things as they are, and left the mind of man to explore their bounds and discover their secrets. The wisdom of things as they are, is the secret you must discover today. Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
All the discoveries of man are but tiny forays into the secrets of God. Even science is simply the study of what God has made. Every scientific principle is an unmasking of what was already there. Every physical law, electrical circuit, and medical procedure, is nothing more than a description of what God has created and provided for man. For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers. All things in creation speak of the God who made them. For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead.
The secrets of God shout from every facet of human existence. His design is seen in the happenstances of daily life. Each nuance provides an instance of instruction, testing, or development. The lot is cast into the lap, but the decision is wholly of the Lord. Even the events that seem accidental are really ordered by Him. Proverbs 16:33 (Amplified). All actions in the created realm are but a sequence of events, emanating from the throne of God to accomplish his purpose. According to His purpose Who foresees and energizes all things, which have been prepared to accomplish the intention of His will. Ephesians 1:11 (Fenton).
As you walk through your day, look for the secrets of God. Pause to search for him in every good thing and every evil- in every success and every failure. He is the sovereign worker of all things. He inhabits every detail. He has a blueprint for your life, and nothing of his plan shall fail. Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure.
Like a tapestry the curious foibles of earth are woven by the Master. Line by line they take their place, layering in cunning arrangement the elegance that he sees for you. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
The events of your life are like threads, fixed by the working of God’s purpose. Each is the color of rebuke or blessing, failure or forgiveness, heartache or glory.For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure. Each moment of every day these strands of his character are shuttled into your spirit, to take their place in his finished design. A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.
Slowly as you seek him and come to know him, an image will appear in the textures of his work. Those who can see it will thrill in amazement. There, in their own lives, a scene is being weaved. If you look intently you will begin to comprehend the colors, and the placement of each tiny thread. And being astonished with spiritual eyes, you will soon discern the mystery of his purpose for you. Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things.