This is a continuation of my thoughts regarding a previous post: Do I Know Him?
What a beautiful fall day! An unexpected surprise in the middle of November and we are taking advantage of it. My son is busy playing in his sandbox, filtering for small pebbles as he talks to the squirrel in the tree next to him. I am sitting nearby, Bible in hand, reading crisp words in the refreshing breeze.
I’m in the Book of Acts — the Acts of the Apostles, completely riveted at how the apostles share their faith. Words like “burning enthusiasm, boldness, without hindrance” jump from the page and my life is starting to feel more lukewarm by the minute. The author, Luke, manages to change my thoughts as he recounts Paul’s trip to Athens. The Athenians considered themselves religious. They worshipped gods religiously, but their gods weren’t God at all. What they held dear turned out to be mere artwork made by simple human hands–trivial trinkets compared to what matters most: the One, true, living God.
I’m nearing the end of the passage when I read Acts 17 verse 29:
“Since we are God’s offspring, we ought not to think that the Deity is like gold, or silver, or stone, an image formed by the art and imagination of mortals.”
And there it is. Resting next to the verse, something I had written in the margin years ago:
What is my image of God?
I look up to see my son now chatting with a bluejay, asking the ornery bird if he’s getting ready for winter like his friend squirrel. And I wonder, do bluejays prepare like squirrels? Do I see them year round? Why do I not know this? I am mentally taking note that this will have to go into my search engine when my heart gently reminds me
This question in the margin deserves to be answered.
How do I, an offspring of God, made in His own image, a likeness of Him no matter how miniscule, see the Lord? One who is all-knowing, all-encompassing, all sovereign……One who Is. How do I picture Him?
I can think of more than 100 words to describe my King, but must admit I cannot wrap my brain around visualizing Him. Gold, silver, precious stone, none will do. Nothing can encapsulate Him. Nothing can resemble Him accurate enough to be worthy of worship. I have, after all, the imagination of a mere mortal.
But I can see Him.
In autumn, winter, spring and summer, I see His handiwork manifested. Nature bursts with radiant splendor and sings His song of praise.
When my son takes time to enjoy all God’s creatures, I see my compassionate Creator.
When the miracle of life emerges in all its innocent glory, there He is.
When someone reaches out to help another in need, grace glimmers. A selfless act revealed and I see my magnanimous Savior.
Yes, I can see Him. I will worship the King of Kings, the Great I Am — the One I cannot fathom. For He is worthy. He is…
Beyond my wildest imagination.
How about you? How do you see the Lord? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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