Gradations of Glory
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, but the night shines as the day. The darkness and the light are both alike to You. For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. Psalm 139:12-13
Three-year-old Lucy bounded into her parents' bedroom. "God knows my favorite color!"
Sleepily, they responded, "How do you know?"
"Because He painted the sky pink this morning," she responded with certitude.
So it is that our guest theologian helps us understand the scope of Psalm 139:12-13. Grown up or grown cold, we can with some dispassion proclaim Him God of the cosmos able to orchestrate the sunrise. It takes a child's awakening faith, though, to see His personal touch in what to adults has become perhaps over-familiar.
For, as the Psalmist seamlessly shifts, the God Who transverses the boundaries between light and darkness, Who, as all his readers would have known, proclaimed, "Let there be light," works with equal deftness on an individual scale within that tender excitability of a child's heart. We were formed, from our fingers to our favorites, with His expertise, and an enthusiasm equal to Lucy's.
Ours, then, is to open ourselves up to the Lucy moments of transcendence as He reveals them. Ours, is to shed our layer-by-layer acquired cool and proclaim as He reveals not just general principles of theology, but His intimate, frivolous fun care for each one of us.
Three-year-old Lucy bounded into her parents' bedroom. "God knows my favorite color!"
Sleepily, they responded, "How do you know?"
"Because He painted the sky pink this morning," she responded with certitude.
So it is that our guest theologian helps us understand the scope of Psalm 139:12-13. Grown up or grown cold, we can with some dispassion proclaim Him God of the cosmos able to orchestrate the sunrise. It takes a child's awakening faith, though, to see His personal touch in what to adults has become perhaps over-familiar.
For, as the Psalmist seamlessly shifts, the God Who transverses the boundaries between light and darkness, Who, as all his readers would have known, proclaimed, "Let there be light," works with equal deftness on an individual scale within that tender excitability of a child's heart. We were formed, from our fingers to our favorites, with His expertise, and an enthusiasm equal to Lucy's.
Ours, then, is to open ourselves up to the Lucy moments of transcendence as He reveals them. Ours, is to shed our layer-by-layer acquired cool and proclaim as He reveals not just general principles of theology, but His intimate, frivolous fun care for each one of us.
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