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.