When the void sat silent and the only thing that hovered above the deep was the one that defined it, was the deep surprised when he finally spoke “those” words? Was it sure of it’s purpose at that moment? Can creation even feel or know? Did it not make sense or have a finitely discernible purpose until something was created that could see, know and discern?
Not until humans were created, by the same creative power that spoke all that is into existence, and this purpose condescended to us did things begin to become clear. I am often reminded that this same creative authority that has done this, that has created, when the only being to see the creation was the creator and in his infinite goals created the finite beings known as us. This same creative authority the voice that creates is constantly speaking in the Bible. In the Bible we find that the heaven’s declare his glory and the skies proclaim the works of his hands.
Yet in the scripture, which means God breathed, we find his very words and thoughts. By reading them they are spoke into the darkness of our own inner-selves. An inner, personal “let there be light.”
Do I feel something every time I read and pray? No I often feel nothing. But I ask again could the universe feel or know the illuminating qualities of light upon it’s creation? No. Often the change that God makes in us when we are faithful to connect with him in the devotions of Bible reading, prayer, fasting, personal worship, and corporate worship, can rarely be felt or even known what their creation is within us.
God is faithful, one hundred percent of the time his word, in us, does not return void of profit or change. You may not be able to see the work he is doing in you or the people around you. You may not even have the experience or capacity to recognize the change has already been made. It is there, he has done the work and will continue to do the work. Even in our free will he will be glorified, the story will be orchestrated and our joy can find completeness even when we suffer.
So as your days flow through you and time erodes the flesh; during your days of the monotonous miasma and your days of shocking splendor; remember that all around you echoes the voice that created and still maintains everything that exists. This voice’s vibrations still osculate inbetween the inbetween.
He slowly closed his notes. Looked up at the gathered listeners adjusted his glasses and said.
“At least, that is how I view string theory.”