In the surrounding glow of radiance, the astonished angels watched as their glorious King spoke light into reality. Accustomed to an expanse of crystal enveloped in the incandescence of timeless eternity, they stared amazed as sun, moon, and time appeared. Their ears knew the roar of worship and the hum of wings, but when sky and sea below filled with fowl, fish, and fauna, they hovered mesmerized by the power of His enthroned Word.
One utterance from His Voice changed the landscape of their existence. Without a stir from His thorn, the Divine’s spoken thought sprang life into being. Both Whisper and Shout generated
And then, He stood. The angels knew His deliberate move signaled a definite intent. “Let’s make man in Our Image,” God said while Spirit and Son nodded their agreement.
As the Father’s Knee pressed into the soft earth, the whole of heaven leaned forward breathlessly. Their Master had never knelt before. With a calculated shove of His sleeves, the Creator plunged His spotlessly pure Hands into the loamy, fresh earth. The fertile clay crept underneath His nails and yet yielded to His dream. Nevertheless, His Holy Frame bent over the work at hand. His robe and wrist muddied and soiled, but He ardently fashioned the god-like form with face, flesh, and feeling. Then, as the angels hushed their song, God bowed even lower to press His lips against the wet clay and breathe life into His earthen vessel.
Leaning back on His heels, God spoke aloud to express His innermost thoughts. “This is not only good: this is very good. Yes, this is Our very best work.” Then He smiled, and all of heaven joined Him in praise.
On recounting her recent cruise to Alaska, my friend Jane spoke about the splendor of the seacoast cliffs along the Inside Passage. With crisp, mountain air in her nostrils, the salt spray on her face, and the majestic glaciers dwarfing the ship, Jane described how her senses remained on full alert the entire voyage. At every turn, praise for her Creator rose within her as she thanked Him for His beauty.
Jane’s only challenge was the crowds. One particular day, she and her husband decided against the shore excursion, staying behind for a little personal space. Viewing the throng below, Jane felt her attitude sour just a bit as their noise disrupted the scenery’s tranquility. “Just then,” she explained thoughtfully, “It was as if the Father spoke directly to my heart. ‘Aren’t they majestic?’ He queried, focusing my attention on the masses below. As I
Stop for a moment to remind yourself that the negative voice you hear in your head is not the voice of Your Creator. Refresh your mind with the truth of your dignity. Repeat (and even possibly memorize) the words of the Psalmist. “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon, and the stars, which You have ordained; What is man, that You take thought of him? And the son of man, that You care for him? Yet You have made him a little lower than God and crowned him with glory and majesty! O Lord, our Lord, How majestic is Your Name in all the earth!” (Psalm 8:3-5,9)