Psalms 8,104 & John 1:1-3

Brokenness consumes me sometimes. Family and friends tragically dealing with cancers and diseases and heartache and every other dark aspect our world so forcefully imposes on us. Rarely do I sit back and daydream about the time when God initially “saw that it was good.”

My husband and I tend to think about things a little differently (shocker, I know). So when I was reading Psalm 104 I imagined God having an artistic heyday; speaking into existence a universe so vast and beautiful. Making his mountains majestic, and his valleys luscious, the waters deep and mysterious, yet streams for giving life. Gifting life to creatures that were once dreamt up and imagined… speaking forth the ones that fly, and some that crawl, and swim, and dance, and glide. And then… I think he made the platypus because he needed a good laugh.

But when the husband reads Psalm 104 his mind is blown by the sheer detail and scientific intricacies that God created. How every little thing works together, is held together, and gives purpose to one another. How vast space really is, how delicately every single little detail is in place -- so much so that if just one little detail was off by just the smallest of (insert a scientific measurement here that I don’t know) THEN it would ALL. FALL. APART.

That. Is the masterpiece of our God.

So whether you think in terms of Monet or you tend to think like… Copernicus… God’s creation is the pure evidence of beauty.

**I personally would like to think that David was more thinking along my terms of beauty when he so beautifully wrote the Psalm. **

God masterfully created the heavens and the earth as nothing but a home for his most prized workmanship, man. It was this creation that David writes of in Psalm 8 -- the creation that God spent extra time getting dirty. He dug his hands deep into the soil and sculpted, and formed, and kneaded, and made every little detail exactly right. God breathed his very own breath into his loveliest of beings. His man is crowned with “glory and honor” (Ps. 8:5). And every other created masterpiece is ruled by His created man. 

This man. Made is His image. Is beautiful.       

And when things went wrong… when brokenness entered the world forever… God drew up the most beautiful rescue plan. The plan where God and man would tangibly collide and man would see and know the love of God. The plan where, in the beginning of John, we see that the Word (this promised Son, this Story, the foreseen Rescuer) would enter earth, and become flesh. Where sin and brokenness would come face to face with God himself… and lose.   

It is this Rescue… this continued Hope… that brings me Joy when I see the brokenness and feel the burden. By looking and wondering on The Beauty I gain perspective on His Glory, His Majesty, and His plan for making earth new again. I am able to be fully present in the suffering and mad at the evil because I know of the Beauty that He has created. And I know that one day, Beauty will forever win. And for now we are entirely able to be His Love, His Warriors, His Intercessors, His Beams of Light to the broken, the bad, the hurting, and the lost.