Our Humble God

Abba-Adonai,

The vastness of the heavens enraptures my eyes. For when I look up, I see stars reflecting your countenance. You spoke them into existence, and at the rhythm of your words, they dance in orbit around each other. Each light burns like an eternal flame in comparison to my own. Yet, even their days are numbered like mine.

And when I look at the beauty of the world around me, the intricacy of nature, that you set in motion–a blazing fire, a torrent of wind, a flash of lightning, and a roar of thunder–It is not you, but your creation crying out to the Creator.

If the visible work of your hands makes me shudder in numinous reverence, how much more does the unseen Spirit shatter my soul. For who am I but a rebel of creation? Yet, you cast off your perfect glory, forgo the eternal praise you deserve, and descend into the desert of my life. For what, a traitor’s heart? 

And in that desert, I run to every mirage on the horizon–a false hope that I could be satisfied with anything less than you. And when I have utterly spent myself in pursuit of the meaningless, so overcome by fatigue at my own reckless rebellion, you come to me. And in the silence, you whisper, “I love you.” Deserving nothing less than the perfect creation you intended, you humbly accept the tattered remains of my heart, as my belief rests on you.

From that moment, I am granted more than my hope could ever fathom. I am more fully clothed than I have ever been by your righteousness, and made perfect by your sacrifice. When you look at me–regardless of what I think of myself–you only see what you intended at the beginning, a perfect creature you love. 

And should I find myself in that desert again, it will be impossible to thirst or forget my first love. It now rains endlessly, showered by your grace.

So yes, I am enraptured, not of your creation, but of you!

Amen