Creation's Mystery

On my flight to Denver I just saw one of the most, if not the most, beautiful movements of creation in my life. As the plane ascended into the sky, passing through layers and layers of clouds there seemed to be a break. To my left, out of the window, a dark, deep crevice-like shape forming in the midst of soft white clouds. Yellow light slowly streamed through the midst of the center. For how large it was I do not know; however, it revealed to me mystery.


If God were like a cloud, then I’d picture a fluffy, friendly puff. If God were like the eye of a storm, then I’d picture havoc, chaos, madness and beauty.

What I just saw moments ago, took my breath away. Never before has creation ever fascinated and moved my heart as such. Most likely because the 21st century is so inundated with knowledge we have yet to experience, but are familiar with through pictures and video of someone else’s adventures into the far off reaches of the natural world. Now while we may love the advancements of technology and the like, our own fascination with the unknown hardly exists. This renders our ability of sense to become static. The sense of wonder lost in the abyss of information overload.

As I read through stories of the saints of old captivated by the stars in the night, I cannot understand the overwhelming awe they emote. I don’t have to wonder how they got there or what exactly what they are, my third grade teacher already told me, why search it out? Imagine that, a nine year old already seemingly jaded by the earth that was meant to give witness to Someone so other than. But science has explained it away and creation because obvious.

What if the sense of wonder came back? What if the answer to every question was available in mere seconds? What if the lust of man could no longer be satisfied in a matter of moments? It makes me wonder if families would be far more interactive with one another rather than their TVs. If instant gratification ceased to exist, attention to the here and now might occur.

If one glimpse of one untapped region of cloud formations provoked my heart to search out mystery, imagine if an entire generation became gripped with the beauty of Jesus; the mystery of godliness.

Jesus, the picture of love that so offends the world. Dying for love. Sacrificing self to the ones who most deserved punishment. Jesus is the name the world mocks. Half the time most don’t even know why they scoff at this blessed name. Jesus is offensive because it’s an exchange of all for all. Eternal life exchanged for temporal obedience through love. He never forces. Arms wide open and heart exposed waiting to see if just one may voluntary choose love. It is a sacrifice to lay aside every dream and desire, allowing another to give guidance. Man thinks he is the highest form of wisdom, every person does this. For example, we’re annoyed when another tells us what to do and they have no authority to give such a word. But He holds authority, after all He formed and fashioned everything we know into existence.

Every person is a soul. Every person has an eternal destiny. It’s written on the inside of us. Even if questions are asked and answers given so quickly, it’s all in vain to try and cover up the biggest question in the heart: what is the purpose of life?

I won’t answer it for anyone, it must be searched out. However, the question begs being asked.