Our Creator

God my Father, You are extraordinary. I wish I had language for how magnificent You are. If I say You are a genius, aren’t you much more? Didn’t You create the genius – far beneath You yet in Your image?

If I call you a mastermind, aren’t You much higher? Above all the smartest, wealthiest, most powerful and influential human beings on earth You sit enthroned.

We are created. You are uncreated. We are foreknown and wanted in Your heart. Every created thing visible and invisible exists at Your command. The world is Your footstool.

I can’t comprehend You, God three-in-one. When I think I’ve grasped the concept of the Trinity I realize the intricacy of Who You are is far beyond human comprehension.

You are not under man’s power to figure out. You are not a created being or theory or thing that we can subdue, capture, conquer, dissect, inspect. You will not be known except to the humble one who seeks You and the one to whom You choose to reveal Yourself. (How You long for all to know You!)

No one can bring You into a lab and scrutinize You, because all of us are under Your microscope and do not know how little we know about You, or how fully we have been laid bare and are known by You. You are not under our microscope, we are under Yours. You do not give account to us, we give account to You. You are not under our ability to control and possess, but we are already possessed by You whether or not we choose or reject You, we yet will never control You or bring You down to our level.

Could a microorganism put the scientist under a lens? We have as little understanding of You as an atom has of the scientist writing about its complexities. We can only understand You as You choose to allow us. This must be one reason why the word “holy” resounds in heaven. Because what else can be said of You? What words are high enough, lofty enough, transcendent enough to describe such a one as You? Holy – wholly other than.

Man forgets. He thinks he is his own god, His own source. He thinks he is wise in himself and yet he had no wisdom for, or say in, his beginning. He was created by Whom he does not understand or search for. His very origin lies so far above his awareness and yet he thinks he perceives what is high, but he only knows what has been made known. He only sees what has been revealed.

He breathes with created lungs, stands on created feet, thinks with created mind.

God, You are not on trial before us, we are on trial before You. Release the fear of the Lord to the generations on earth. Release awe and trembling at Your Word. Release divine light. Oh, send out Your light and Your truth, and let them (allow them, permit them) to lead us and bring us to You. Then we will go to Your altar, to YOU our God, our EXCEEDING JOY.

And we will praise You.

Every time we glimpse You more praise will erupt. More songs. More joy. Because it’s not in our power to see You, so every glimpse of Your glory and person is a gift more precious than anything on earth. What could we want more than this? What could we need more than You?