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We can worship God forever.

The greatness of God’s being, the perfection of all His attributes, is something we can never fully comprehend, but before which we can only stand in awe and worship.

Wayne Grudem, Systematic Theology: An Introduction to Biblical Theology (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 1994), 221.

The most profound miracle and the most profound mystery in all the universe

The fact that the infinite, omnipotent, eternal Son of God could become man and join himself to a human nature forever, so that infinite God became one person with finite man, will remain for eternity the most profound miracle and the most profound mystery in all the universe.

Wayne Grudem, Systematic Theology: An Introduction to Biblical Theology (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 1994), 563.

My psalm

Rise up, O Saints, and praise the Ancient of Days.
With one voice, praise the Eternal One.
With every fiber of your being, praise the Everlasting King!

I am unknown, except that He knows me.
He has called me and made me His own.
And with the Lord is all authority.
Therefore I will worship Him.

He has created the Heavens and the Earth.
Therefore I will despise all idols.
I will worship the Righteous One

The days of man are but a vapor.
Yet God sat enthroned before our beginning.
The days of man are ephemeral and fading.
Yet God is the eternal Rock.

The Lord is my God.
He is holy, holy, holy.

The Lord is my only portion.
He has redeemed me wholly.

The Lord is all I’ll ever truly have.
And He will make me holy.

Rise up, O Saints, and worship the Lord.
With one voice, give the praise due His great name.
With every fiber of your being, love the Lord your God.

God is big. Really big.

God is more massive than our wildest imagination, bigger than the biggest words we have to describe Him. And He’s doing good today—sustaining galaxies, holding every start in place, stewarding the seemingly chaotic events of earth to His conclusion within His great story.

God is constant. He blinks and a lifetime comes and goes. To Him one day is like a thousand years and a thousand years like one day. All of human history could be written on His fingernail, with plenty of room left over for more.

And God is doing well today, thank you. He has no dilemmas. No quandaries. No counselors. No shortages. No rivals. No fears. No cracks. No worries. He is self-existent, self-contained, self-perpetuated, self-powered, and self-aware. In other words, He’s God and He knows it.

HE IS TIMELESS. AGELESS. CHANGELESS. ALWAYS.

After an eternity of being God, He shows no signs of wear and tear. He has no needs. His accounts are in the black. He’s the owner, not to mention Creator, of all of the world’s wealth and treasure. He made the gold and silver, and the trees we print our money on. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, and all the hills the cows are standing on. He holds the patent on the skies above—not to mention the earth, the seas and their depths below, the breeze, the colors of the sunset and every flowering thing. They all are His invention. His design. His idea.

God does whatever He wants. His purposes are a sure thing. There’s no stopping Him. No containing Him. No refuting Him. No cutting Him off at the pass. No short-circuiting His agenda. God is in control. He sends forth lightning from His storehouse, He breathes out the wind, waters the earth, raises up rulers, directs the course of nations, births life, ordains death, and, in the midst of it all, still has time to be intimately acquainted with the every-day affairs of everyone on the planet.

God knows everything about everything and everyone. His eyes race back and forth across the cosmos faster than we can scan the words on this page. There is not a bird flying through the air or perched on a branch that escapes His field of vision. He could start with Adam and name every man, woman, and child who has ever lived, describing every detail about each one. To Him, pitch darkness and midday are one and the same. Nothing is hidden from Him. He wrestles with no mysteries. He doesn’t need to wait for a polygraph machine to decipher the truth. He sees clearly, and comprehends all He sees. He’s never know what it is to have a  teacher, a role model, an advisor, a therapist, a loan officer, an adjuster, a doctor, or a mother.

God’s rule and reign are unrivaled in history and eternity. He sits on an everlasting throne. His Kingdom has no end. Little gods abound, but He alone made the heavens and the earth. God has never feared a power struggle or a hostile takeover. He doesn’t have to watch His back. He has no equal. No peer. No competition.

It makes perfect sense that His name should be I AM.

And even more sense that my name is I am not.

You and I are tiny. Miniscule. Transient. Microscopic. A momentary and infinitesimal blip on the timeline of the universe. A seemingly undetectable alliance of dust particles held together by the breath of God.

The sum of our days is like a vapor—our accumulated efforts life chaff in the wind. Among us, even the richest of the rich owns nothing. The strongest of the strong can be felled in one faltering heartbeat. We are fleeting mortals. Frail flesh. Little specks. Phantoms.

If this fact makes you just a tad bit uncomfortable, you’re not alone. Invariably, when I talk about the vastness of God and the cosmos, someone will say, “You’re making me feel bad about myself and making me feel really, really small,” as if that’s the worst thing that could happen. But the point is not to make you feel small, rather to help you see and embrace the reality that you are small.

Really, really small.

But that’s not where the story ends.

Though we are transient dust particles in a universe that is expanding faster than the speed of light, the unexplainable mystery of mysteries is that you and I are loved and prized by the God of all Creation.

Simply because He wanted to, He fashioned each of us in His own image, creating within us the capacity to know Him. And if that wasn’t staggering enough, in spite of our foolishness and rebellious hearts, God has pursued us with relentless passion and patience, fully expressing to us His unfathomable love through the mercy and grace of the cross of His Son, Jesus Christ.

I Am Not But I Know I Am: Welcome to the Story of God by Louie Giglio