We keep thinking of the world and frankly about God in our own limited scope.  What do I know of God?  To be honest, very little, but what I do know frightens, alarms, equips, empowers and strikes me with a sense of awe that’s overwhelming.  This is a Holy and Righteous God, outside of our concept of time as a governing influence, who at some point created by Word everything that we see and those things we cannot see that support the framework of heaven.  He is a God who was very clear in direction, even to the point where He took the lives of those who went astray of those clear commands.  And just when you think that you understand Him from that perspective He includes a harlot, a foreigner and the son of a handmaiden in His intricate plan for humanity.  He raises up kings, uses paupers and the ill equipped as righteous instrument and knows every word, thought, action and honor each of us will ever do.  He is impossible to blind side, knowing everything, so there are no excuses, no lies and no hiding from His purposeful and masterful hand upon each our lives.

What then does it matter even the slightest my opinion or understanding of God?  Well, as I contemplate it, it matters because it gives me a solid foundation for my own orchestrated transition through this era.  Since, I know that I am an integral part of God’s Universe, however how small, I still feel a sense of belonging.  That inclusion makes it matter, that I might make a difference, orchestrate or collectively bring about positive change or somehow, even if by chance do something to impress my Father, God, the Creator.  That inclusion also makes me feel minuscule, as I consider the magnitude of what God spoke into existence.  I ponder my insignificance and then remember He cares for me individually among all the stars, planets, moons, plants and men. It is humbling.  I am dumbfounded that I am related to this Creator as Son, a concept that should be ridiculous if not impossible to gather, yet it remains true.  No matter how much it angers the fallen, I matter to God.

Okay, so I don’t understand Him, but I am gladly amazed that I belong to Him and with Him.  What then of my legacy?  Does it make a bean hill’s difference that I demonstrate no ambition and sit around all day taking care of my own desires or that I am out there trying with all my fibrous construct to bring about history that will be told for generations?  To Him, it does, because He has made us for those works that astound Kings.  Not miracles mind you but those impossible aspects of human victory that make no sense to mortal man and lead them to the realization of our ancestry, to God the Creator of All.  Still then must I understand God to complete this charge?  Well yes, for to know God is to love Him and Revere Him through cautious and wisdom based fear.  And having known Him, suddenly aware of His Love, Kindness, Grace, Majesty, Omniscience, Wrath and Holiness, etc… on into infinity I am faced with a true concept of eternity the place and stuff of our homeland.  Yes, He knows everything about me and knowing Him makes me capable and honored to play the role for which I’ve been designed in a quest for my true existence beyond the veils of this world.  God be praised in Jesus’ Name.