The God of gods –it’s God! –speaks out, shouts, “Earth!” welcomes the sun in the east, farewells the disappearing sun in the west. From the dazzle of Zion, God blazes into view. Our God makes his entrance, he’s not only shy in his coming. Starburst of fireworks precede him. Psalm 50:1-3 (MSG)
What a fantastic image of God. No long white beard. No flowing white robe. But a spectacular dazzle of fireworks. A roaring blaze of joy.
It conjures images of 4th of July parties. And beach bonfires. Here’s God, entering our lives. Holding a red plastic cup in one hand. A s’more in the other. Lightning bugs swirl around him like twinkle lights in the trees. His smile is inviting. His laughter infectious.
He is an old friend. He is a young child.
As the fireworks ignite the sky, and the darkness interrupts with brilliance and color, he stares upward to into the endlessness of life. It’s in that moment you see further and deeper than you ever have before.
And in that moment you can’t help but reach out and wipe the melted chocolate and marshmallow off his chin.
What a fantastic image of God. No long white beard. No flowing white robe. But a spectacular dazzle of fireworks. A roaring blaze of joy.
It conjures images of 4th of July parties. And beach bonfires. Here’s God, entering our lives. Holding a red plastic cup in one hand. A s’more in the other. Lightning bugs swirl around him like twinkle lights in the trees. His smile is inviting. His laughter infectious.
He is an old friend. He is a young child.
As the fireworks ignite the sky, and the darkness interrupts with brilliance and color, he stares upward to into the endlessness of life. It’s in that moment you see further and deeper than you ever have before.
And in that moment you can’t help but reach out and wipe the melted chocolate and marshmallow off his chin.
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