I must confess I am smitten with the Genesis creation account. It fills me with wonder and awe. I close my eyes and try to imagine the holy dynamics of those first birth pangs as darkness and disorder are called into form and light.
To help my finite brain wrap around that moment…
I think of a kaleidoscope that one moment holds a pile of shards and the next, with a vivid spin, is a stained glass window in Notre Dame.
I cannot read about God looking upon the disorder without remembering the chaotic shambles of my life and how He re-formed me and brought the light of hope and help into my darkened existence. And then in His mercy began placing my shards in a new order for a holy purpose.
How can it be He died for me. Genesis 2:1-2
Hymn by Issac Watts
I sing the mighty power of God,
that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
the sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at God’s command,
and all the stars obey.
This photo (above) is of a sculpture over the front doors of the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. by Fredrick Hart. He died in 1999 at the age of 55.
If I remember correctly he was an unknown until the Cathedral in an attempt to find an artist held a completion without names or educational info.-they strictly judged by gift. Hart won and the rest is history. I visited a art store that carried his work in DC and was smitten with this sculpture that I had seen at the church. It is his depiction of man’s struggle against the currents of life to become.
Creator of Heaven and Earth, our nothing is everything in your hands. May we respond to the pressure of Your love as you shape and design our lives. May we face the scrutiny of Your light understanding love and mercy are always Your intentions. “In the beginning,” the sign over the door into each new day, may we enter with thankful hearts. Amen