How I treasure those
brief flashes of deep, gut insight that hit me much less frequently than
I long for. Do you know what I
mean: times when you feel for a Nano-second that you’ve touched a deep truth
about God, and you wish with everything in you that it would engulf you so you
could immerse yourself in its power? Frustratingly, those moments never linger
long enough.
The latest one that
grazed my consciousness on Palm Sunday, March 24th, entered the
orbit of my subconscious during the week before as I searched YouTube for some
exciting video and information about relative sizes of objects in space for the
third grade class I assist in. Some facts about VY Canis Majoris absolutely
astounded me: a red hypergiant, it’s one of the largest stars we know of, with
a diameter of 1,227,000,000 miles (that’s billion, if you don’t want to count
the place value yourself), or 1,975,000,000 kilometers.
To give you a better
sense of that immensity, if VY Canis Majoris was at the center of our solar
system, its surface would extend at least beyond the orbit of Jupiter, and
perhaps as far as the orbit of Saturn. What grabbed my attention in the video
was the comment that if you could fly in a jet at 900 miles per hour, it would take
you over 1,000 years to fly around the star! It’s so distant that the light of VY
Canis Majoris takes 3,9000 years to reach us.
I sat in bed at 5
a.m. that Sunday and tried to cold-start praise to the King of Kings as Holy
Week began. A realization rose slightly
above the horizon of my consciousness: WHOSE blood bought me? WHOSE blood? Yes, Jesus’ blood - that rolls of my tongue
almost tritely sometimes - but WHAT blood is his?
“And God said, ’Let
there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night,’
. . . And it was so. God made two great lights . . . . He also made the stars. . . . “ Genesis 1:14-16
“Where were you when
I laid the earth’s foundation? . . . On what were its footings set, or who laid
its cornerstone- while the morning stars sang together and all the angels
shouted for joy?” Job 38:4, 7
“He determines the
number of the stars and calls them each by name.” Psalm 147:4
“In the beginning was
the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God . . .. Through him all
things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.” John1: 1, 3
“I, Jesus, . . . am the Root, and the
Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.” Revelation 22:16
The “gestalt” of VY
Canis Major fused with these Bible verses and blazed into a whole much bigger
than the sum of its parts. The Blood that bled for every speck of sin in my
life coursed through the veins of the One whose voice spoke the inferno of VY
Canis Majoris into existence. THAT blood! The most precious fluid and
outrageous gift in the universe because it was the Blood of the one who
imagined, then spoke blood into being and who bound the vastness of himself
within the confines of a completely human body to spill HIS blood instead of
requiring mine.
And he willingly gave
it for me.
Oh, I wanted to grasp
the enormity of that love in every cell of my body and neuron of my
understanding! Like a meteorite,
infinite love tore through the atmosphere of my finite comprehension. Why in
the world do I think I’m not loved? Why do we think we have to, or ever could,
earn that love? And engulfed by that love, why in the universe am I ever
afraid?
“His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his
head are many crowns . . . and his name is the Word of God…. On his robe and on his
thigh he has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS!” Revelation
19:12,13,16
Even now I feel like
I’m writing a plasma breath of truth with hands and understanding of concrete,
but O God, let me burn with that reality one day! Brand my heart with it now: I
AM YOURS
A ". . . BUT ..." to pray: Jesus, it's so hard so often to grab hold of the feeling that you truly love me,that I'm worth loving, BUT I know the truth of who you are and what you did is exactly that: truth. Jesus, help me believe and know that _____________________________________________.
A ". . . BUT ..." to pray: Jesus, it's so hard so often to grab hold of the feeling that you truly love me,that I'm worth loving, BUT I know the truth of who you are and what you did is exactly that: truth. Jesus, help me believe and know that _____________________________________________.
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