If It’s Invisible Does It Still Exist?
We Believe In Invisible Things
This morning, fog envelopes the landscape. The autumn, gold-glint of maple trees is visible nearby and the flash of scarlet vine maples limned by dark-green firs stand out, but beyond, there is nothing but gray, gauzy mist. I think it’s a visual metaphor for faith. Our current vision of life is so limited. I know behind the fog is a 14,411 foot tall, snow-clad mountain, a gloriously blue sky and a blazing sun. I know it’s there. I don’t believe it disappeared overnight even though I can’t see it. It was there yesterday.
From Outer Space to Microscopic
My neighbors view far-away stars, planets and moons from their observatory, but their vision depends on the direction and power of their telescopes. The vast infinity of space is invisible to them. Not because it isn’t there, but because their human abilities hinder them. I believe there is a galaxy MACS0647-JD, 13.3 billion light years away. I haven’t seen it, but I believe the testimony of those who have.
I’ve never seen a virus, but I believe they exist. I’m convinced they’ve made me sick before.
If We Believe In Creation, How Can We Not Believe in The Creator?
I believe that God is there, though I don’t see him. I believe he is active in my life and in the world. I believe the witness of those who saw His Son and recorded it in Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. They testify they saw Jesus, God made flesh, God with a bod (as was cool to say twenty years ago. I’m too uncool to know what’s current vernacular), who lived, died and rose from the dead.
This morning someone at church said to me,” I don’t understand why God doesn’t just take us home when we’re old, in pain, and lose our faculties.” I can’t answer that any more than I can answer why a child dies or a young person whose potential stretches out before them dies and that potential goes unrealized.
I suffer from limited vision. I don’t see the entire picture. Just as I can’t see the mountain today, I can’t see the stars billions of light years away, or even look at the sun without burning my eyes. But God sees it all, the end from the beginning. He made it, he sustains it, every breath I take is a gift from his hand.
The benediction at the end of Romans Chapter 11 clearly states what I’m fumbling to express:
33 Oh, how great are God’s riches and wisdom and knowledge! How impossible it is for us to understand his decisions and his ways!
34 For who can know the Lord’s thoughts? Who knows enough to give him advice?
35 And who has given him so much that he needs to pay it back?
36 For everything comes from him and exists by his power and is intended for his glory.
All glory to him forever! Amen.
In that, my faith rests.
Big week coming up for us. My mom’s 92nd birthday is Saturday. She’s been telling everyone she is having a big party. I’m not sure who’s planning it–it’s the first I’ve heard of it.
Have a good caregiving weekend,
Any typos are the Seahawk’s fault…how can I type with a game that crazy going on?