Thursday, May 31, 2018
You made
all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s
womb. Thank you for making me so
wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is
marvelous—how well I know it. You
watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in
the dark of the womb. You saw me before
I was born. Every day of my life was
recorded in your book. Every moment was
laid out before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the
grains of sand! And when I wake up, you
are still with me! Psalm 139:13-18(NLT)
There are those
times I go through some pretty wide sweeps of thought ranging from the pit to
pinnacle. If you’re an introvert you do
a lot of reflecting in the quiet times like now; the sun isn’t quite up, and Wellie
and Gracie (the dogs who own us) haven’t yet demanded to be fed. It’s quiet; I can think.
In these early-hour
moments I keep the sense of awe that King David expresses in this Psalm. It’s that the hand which knit me together in
my mother’s womb, and the divine eyes that scrutinized the assembling of every
molecule as I came together, before I had a single awakening thought or
sensation of the sun on my face – THAT God, knows every complexity
that makes me a soul. I am, from the DNA
in my bloodstream, to the flesh, bone, sinew and impulses of my brain, soul and
spirit, a constant evidence of God’s loving care.
He thinks about
me! And would that be a strange idea,
considering I have as many moving parts as it takes to do anything at all? There are billions of cells which form
Russell, all working together under the supervision of God’s creative hand.
There is a theory
I first heard in seminary years ago about the beginnings of the universe, and
God’s involvement, if (according to this theory) there is a God at all. God, if he ever existed, created the universe
like a master clockmaker puts together a timepiece. He wound it up, and left it to run; God never
tinkers with it…it’s up to us to make sense of the time of day, and what to do
about all we encounter. We are in charge;
there’s nothing else.
Now, a theory like
that is espoused by those who fear that there really might be a God Who is
involved in the affairs of humankind, but is more afraid to finally deny God
altogether…just in case! So he comes up
with a theory that allows God a “hand” in getting things started, but doesn’t really
care about us. It’s a way of gaining a degree
of separation from a holy-Creator God by obscurring the line between moral
behavior with its’ accountability, as opposed to doing what we want without
guilt. No matter how you explain it, we
have to call it what it is – rebellion; we are made in God’s image, but we are
definitely children of Adam.
All of that to say
this: as King David said, when I
wake up, You are still with me!
The sun’s about up
now, and with the light of dawn, my billions of cells, random thoughts,
desires, plans, relationships, joys and sorrows all stand amazed in the reality
that God still thinks about me, hopes for me, cares for and loves me…enough,
certainly to have assembled me in the latter days of 1946 in my mother’s womb;
and even more certainly, with his hands-on providence and presence today.
He’s still There!
For You Today
You chew on that as you hit the
Rocky Road; have a blessed day.
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