God the Father 16
God the Father 16 (Photo credit: Waiting For The Word)

       For countless eons the embryo that would one day become the creation of time and space, lay dormant, as a mere notion in the mind of God. There all the galaxies of the universe huddled as an illusive idea, awaiting the expression of their master.

       At the proper time God unrolled an endless dark void. Then settling on a seemingly insignificant spot, he began to work. From a tiny point, much smaller than an electron, God called forth all the energy of the present universe. In an instant the creation poured into being, through a speck in space.

       All physical matter has been created from astronomically massive amounts of pure energy. This energy originally issued from a single, sub-atomic spot in space, as the blast of countless hydrogen bombs might suddenly push through a pin prick.

       This infinitesimal point was the doorway to creation. Through this aperture there streamed an inexpressibly enormous quantity of pristine power, which emerging from its source, entered the created realm and congealed into pools of flaming matter. These straightway combined with their brothers to form the fiery masses of stars, suns, and galaxies.

       These celestial bodies blasted into a new world, of which they themselves were the first inhabitants. Light flooded before them, and racing ahead, pushed forward the boundaries of the created realm.

       The flaming giants gave chase and sped from their birthplace with a reckless fury. To the roar of cataclysm these princely stars hastened to far off destinies in the unknown, writhing in blazing splendor, and trailing a smoke of curling debris to mark their path through the void.

       Far and fast they fled, until viewed from their origin, they appeared as little more than a spray of brilliant specks. But even there, at the expansive edges of empty space, they could not hide from God- for he was already there, and his presence awaited their arrival. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

       Neither with all their powerful going could they ever exceed the limits of God. For he is infinitely larger than the created realm. He exists throughout the creation, around it, and far beyond it. He is in every place and every time, dwelling always in the grandeur of limitless self-existence. Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

       With a wave the splendor of tiny snowflakes appeared in the black of space. Enchanting they danced, a little storm to spin and swirl. Clever they spied a single star and gently settled toward the fiery ball. God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.

       As soft as eider these soldiers drew near to torment the menacing quasar. The snow flakes though small, were ordained by God and dispatched for this purpose. He thrives on confrontation and delights in controversy. The LORD also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice; hail stones and coals of fire.

       Swirling down and around the flecks of snow attacked the burning brute, and were vaporized with exploding shrieks that dispatched in steamy jets. Yet all their pain, and even all their existence, resided first in the compassion of God. Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

       Undismayed by the sacrifice of their brothers the snowflakes collected and fell, light as feathers, approaching a fiery doom. Contacting the maddened surface the liquid rock reviled in indignation, to hiss and blow its disapproval. But still each little recruit hastened to the fray, to die in searing plumes of billowing white. And all this intrigue originated in God. It was he who begat their tears; he was torn with every cry. Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

       Behind this melee of chaotic confrontation there dwelt the confidence of a serene creator. God was unmoved, for the outcome was certain. He is the orchestrator of every event. He energizes both sides of every conflict. He inflamed both the fiery rock and the snow which expired on its surface. He made them both. All things exist for his pleasure. Regardless of the process he chooses, or the appearance along the way, God can never lose. He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.

       As time strolled through the ages, the swirling snow warriors began to take their toll. Though seemingly so small, as each valiant crystal fell upon the magma its effort contributed to a greater whole, and soon the molten lava was tamed and cooled to a rocky crust. At last the new planet conceded the game, venting its proud reluctance with sporadic puffs of latent steam.

       Inspired by victory now assured, the snow continued to fall, congealing upon the landscape and gradually covering the ebony rock with drifts of powdery white. An icy calm ensued as God subdued the land and bent it to his will. He has fashioned all things as they are. He is the power behind every event and every force. Thou, Lord, in the beginning hast laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the works of thine hands.

       In a moment forests blossomed upon this orb in space, and wooded richness spread to the valleys and hills. In a flash the land came alive with new life, and teamed with creatures great and small. Serene the breezes breathed, caressing earth and sky, to mix the blues and greens and scatter the brilliant colors of nature gone mad.

       In a twinkling she cooed, a little dove, weaving a spell of downy repose to the first wee chirp of newborn life- where seconds before existed only the angry inferno of holocaust. I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

       Then from this newest planet erupted a haunting sound. It was the voice of men, crying unto God for their wretched existence.

       In a wind of whirling fire God swept to the earth, his manifestation exuding his genius. The earth shook, the heavens also dropped at the presence of God: even Sinai itself was moved at the presence of God, the God of Israel. His appearance is wonderful, and exquisitely tailored for every task. Behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed. He is timeless existence, with the infinite power to become everything at once, and anything at all. And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM.

       God is separate and alone, yet his joy is with the sons of Adam. Ye shall therefore be holy, for I am holy. His demeanor is emphatic and irresistible. With the intensity of infinite wisdom he arranges the affairs of men. I will walk among you, and will be your God, and ye shall be my people.

       With resounding glory the heavens burst into joyous uproar, the universe sang with the grandeur of the creation spectacle. For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Applauding realms of created beings fell into grateful worship, for all found their existence in the benevolent resplendence of their loving God. How great are his signs! and how mighty are his wonders! his kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and his dominion is from generation to generation.

       And all this was but a single day in the ever-present, infinite world of your God, the creator of the universe. His work is surveyed from a throne where time has no meaning. The LORD is the true God, he is the living God, and an everlasting king: at his wrath the earth shall tremble. He commands all things from the vantage of eternal existence. They shall perish; but thou remainest; and they all shall wax old as doth a garment. He is magnificent in timeless power, which issues from the perfection of his autonomous, self-perpetuating life. As a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed: but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.

       But turning to his dear friend Gabriel, God sighed in lonely despair. For in a fashion, God was alone, almost a prisoner of solitude in his own universe. There was no other being like himself. The angels and the stars were created things, who obeyed their directives to precision. Even Gabriel cannot say or do anything that was not first placed into him by his creator. God’s fellowship with the angels is like your fellowship with a toaster. Put in the bread, push down the handle, and up pops the toast, always done to monotonous perfection.

       Incarcerated in this irony, God has existed for eons. He has never known a meaningful relationship, nor has he ever heard an original thought. I am the LORD, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee, though thou hast not known me.

       To satisfy this pain he finally conceived a splendid new plan. He decided to reproduce himself, to bring forth Sons, begotten in his own image, who would possess his same capacity. These Sons are his only hope for any true fellowship. They are the answer to his problem, and the desire of his heart.

       For the present, God is alone on his plateau of majestic existence, awash in infinite possibility and without an adversary.     In secret he observes all things in silence, and works all things in power. Verily thou art a God that hidest thyself, O God of Israel, the Saviour. His covering is brilliance, and his citadel the heavens. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain. He forms his servants into lustrous beings of radiant splendor. Who maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire. He makes his weapons with the softness of snow. Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

       God makes foolishness into wisdom, and weakness into power. God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. He fashions iniquity into beauty, and rebellion into his own offspring. Where it was said unto them, Ye are not my people, there it shall be said unto them, Ye are the sons of the living God.

       There is no place that escapes God’s presence. No action occurs outside his wisdom. There is no boundary to his love. There is no limit to his power. There is no existence beyond his own. He sustains all things and is ruled by none. He is turned by his plan, and governed only by his own pleasure.

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