There was nothing. Then there was something. Before there was nothing, there was Someone. These words are pathetically unable to describe this Someone to you but Love insists I make an attempt. He wraps Himself in light. Before there was light He wrapped Himself in light. The nothing was full of Him in a measure of full that the finite mind cannot understand. The something that came from nothing is you. You were there, with Him, and He called you, which was first the something...Everything. You are everything to Him. You exist in Him, by Him and for Him. You belong to Him. You were made for Him before there was nothing, long before there was the something called you, He Knew you by name and loved you. And He still does. Keeping rhythm with His heart beat, all things breathe and pulse and beat with the life He released from Himself. He breathed all of creation, not just what humans have discovered thus far, but ALL of creation, into existence with a song. Wisdom was there with Him; leaping, whirling and dancing with shouts of laughter, galaxies and mysteries beyond comprehension sparking from His fingertips, streaking into infinity and...guess what? You were there, too. Have you ever gazed in wonder, wistful ache rising from some long forgotten place so deep within you call it *Romance*....at the vast array of stars spread twinkling overhead and buried from horizon to horizon in the stuff were made of? This form that runs and loves and mourns, sleeps and shouts, births and passes back into the very earth He spoke into reality; this form is passing, less real by far than our true body Hes hidden in Himself. Just as this quickly fading world now tripped and twisted in lies, is less real, by universes, than the weightier Truth of His glory. He makes all things new. Our Brother, who is also paradoxically, our God, is not bound by time, space or any other irrelevant measure that we grasp at so desperately. He is the Beginning and the End. I cant write another word without saying it. His name is Jesus. The Christ from a little town on earth called Bethlehem. Yeshua Ha Mashiach. The One who spans the universe between thumb and pinkie finger, set aside His glory and was born into the humblest circumstance He could find here on earth. He was born not to a king ruling over many but to a carpenter who was not even his father. His mother was not the the radiant queen of a vast empire, soaked in wealth and fame, but a young girl suddenly pregnant without a husband, right under the noses of a very watchful culture of accusation. This One who called everything, remember thats you, out of nothing, the same One who flung the stars into space with a grin, was now nursing at His mamas breast. He crawled, then toddled, then walked and eventually ran. He learned how to strap on his sandals, get dressed and how to feed Himself. As a small child, He passed warm spring days laughing, playing with friends, having raucous mud fights, dangling toes in cool water, biting into pomegranates, red juices dribbling down His young face. In Josephs workshop, He learned how to select the right piece of lumber for the project at hand. How to prepare the wood for its specific purpose and how to bring it to life and make it a fit vessel or piece of furniture for the homes of the people both in His village and in surrounding towns. He cut Himself on occasion, scrapes, bruises, blisters...the usual stuff that happens when one is working with their hands. Did he ever stop, with a nicked thumb or bloody nose, and look at the color of His blood? Taste it, as all boys do and wonder at the power that was hidden in its coppery substance? Did He know, with an intrinsic divine knowledge, that it would be this very same blood that would one day...make all things new? Or was this crushing weight of responsibility and destiny downloaded into His twelve year old mind on that famous day He set about doing His Fathers business? Maybe it wasnt until Gethsemane that He finally understood the full measure of all that was entrusted to Him. I dont have those answers, and while Im sure there will be those who will vehemently argue one position or another, let me say this; His Blood Makes All Things New~
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 03:12:50 +0000
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