Monday, August 30, 2010

Rainbows

Our glorious Father cannot be categorized, described or explained.  Psalm 19:1 says "The heavens declare the glory of God."  I cannot begin to understand "the heavens."  Outer space is beyond my mental reach.  How can there be an ever expanding universe and that be only one of millions?  How can I then understand God?  He is too big for me to know.

Yet He has put a picture of Himself in the Bible. In it He shows His love and sacrificial nature. He shows His power and might. Then there are things in His self portrait that I would not expect to find there. Things that speak volumes about Him because with all the sorrow and joy in life, all the hard work of redeeming mankind Our Great Father put seemingly insignificant things about Himself in the Bible. Here is one...He looks at rainbows.
"And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it." (Genesis 9:16)  

Rainbows are fleeting, fanciful things. You cannot touch them. They yield no rain. Flowers do not grow in their sight.  Nothing changes because there is a rainbow; they serve no purpose.  But God looks at them. With all He does to sustain us, He looks at rainbows.  

The funny thing is that I look at them too.  When the storm ends I run to find the rainbow. When I see it, I know He and I are looking at the same thing.  Those are special moments. God and I connected; staring at the same whimsical picture in the sky. I cannot understand  most things about my Father, but I know He loves the beauty of the rainbow and we have that in common.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Scars

The dark, slightly raised stripes are still on my right elbow and I remember exactly how I got them.  I was about eight years old.  The bicycle was purple.  The hill was steep and the sandy walkway curved left at the bottom.  I knew it was a perilous journey and took all the necessary precautions.
     1. No one walking on the path, check.
     2. No stray dogs who could chase me in sight, check.
     3. No other cyclists coming in the opposite direction, check.
I took off, not too fast of course, restrained by my natural fear of injury. But the hill was steep and momentum abducted me.  At the bottom of the hill the back tire slid out - my foot hit the pedal brake - the bicycle skid, stopped and hurled me into space.

My elbow hit first.  The thin layer of skin between the cement and my bones split.  Tears, consolation, nurses, beta-dine, bandages and more tears healed my wound.  But the scar remains.  The US National Library of Medicine says, "Scars usually fade over time but never go away completely."

What about His scars? The ones He got for me.  Have they faded?  "...I will not forget thee," He says, "Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." (Isaiah 49:15, 16)  His love for me is linked to His scars.  In the Earth made new "every trace of the curse is swept away...One reminder alone remains; Our Redeemer will ever bear the marks of His crucifixion.  Upon His wounded head, upon His side, His hands and feet, are the only traces of the cruel work that sin has wrought...the tokens of His humiliation are His highest honor; through the eternal ages the wounds of Calvary will show forth His praise and declare His power." (White; Great Controversy, p674) (italics supplied)

There are no words that can express the awe I feel when I think that His beautiful face is marred eternally for my sake.  There could be no greater love than what He has shown me.  "He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53: 5)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Spectacles




My Great Father tints each fiber of my life with colors so full and vibrant they are staggering.  Each thread is carefully dyed. The hues range farther than the rainbow.   He runs the strands through His fingers and measures their weight.  He twists individual strings around each other for durability and strength.  He weaves these fibers into complicated patterns using every color in His palate. Sometimes he knits dramatic landscapes of monochrome pigments, breath taking!  He does all this because His great heart breaks to show me how much He loves me… and I am color blind.

I see black, white and shades of gray.  I miss the subtle blending, the bold contrasts and the expressions of His love.  My perceptions blur His designs and misinterpret His intents.

But He gave me
glasses.  With them the lines are
clearer and the shapes hold true.  I have to believe my life is colorful, believe He has painted it with His love and “for now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” 1 Cor 13:12