In the beginning, God created.
God didn’t have to create. God was not lonely, as some have suggested, creating humanity to fulfill His own arrogant need to be worshiped and adored. God is a perfect community of Father, Son and Spirit, He doesn’t need us…
God wants us.
Out of nothing but His own will He spoke existence. Like a painter stretching His canvas of space and time. He prepared his paints and brushes by writing the infinitely complex laws of physical existence; laws that hold fast to govern all, yet bend and bow to His very thoughts. An infinitely huge canvas, to hold a universe of infinitely small pieces… lumped and smeared together into a spectrum of hues and textures and everything we call ’the world’.
Moving on to smaller and smaller brushes and knives he composed a strange kaleidoscope of burning stars and frozen planets, gravity and weight, even separating light from dark. Moving from the edges of the canvas toward the center, from the frame toward the detail, he chooses a certain place and speaks. Water begins to flow, sunlight filters through clearing skies and life takes root.
Closer and closer to the center.
Animals of all kinds fill the canvas, swimming, crawling, flying.
Closer still, to the center of the canvas.
He no longer speaks.
Dropping the brush he reaches into the painting with His own hands and forms a shape in the mud. With thoughtful attention he sculpts every curve, inside and out. Moving in close enough to touch, He breathes deep and changes everything forever.
The man breathes deep. For the first time his eyes open and look up into the very eyes of God; soft like stone, unwavering in their attention to him, filled with love and thunder.
Looking into this man’s eyes God steps back slightly and looks at His painting and at it’s centerpiece, the man… and smiles. It’s very good.
…but the creation is not yet complete.
If a perfect man and woman, naked in a garden, were the end purpose of creation, the story would stop here. This is not the case. The story continues for another 1,188 chapters.
He moves closer still to the center, to the purpose of the painting. There is much left to do. Like a precious metal this man must be refined and tempered. Like a mosaic he must still be broken and reformed. He must still be worn thin, stretched and molded. He must still feel pressure and pain. He has to feel. And most importantly, there is a choice to be made.
Here we find the purpose of creation. Not a man and woman, naked and naïve, but a humanity. A race that has known both joy and heartache and has kept their eyes focused on Him through both.
His heart breaks because He loves them so intensely..
He knows that some of them will not love Him back… but He must give them the choice so that some may choose to stay; because that is the purpose. Not a race forced to their knees, but children who know and love their father as He knows and loves them. Children who understand what love really is. Because He began with the end in mind…
…A Perfect, Eternal Love.