Where Were You?

Hey, Y'all,

Pardon the interruption :-) These past couple-three weeks have really made me think... In fact it's been the work of several days to put this RST together (and I still can't say I've got it all down the way I'd like). Been ruminating on all sorts of things--interestingly, they've been mostly common yet devastatingly profound things...

Sunlight.
Hard rain.
Providence.
Coincidence?
The restless ocean.
Vast desert panoramas.
Colossal mountains.
Wide open plains.
The inscrutable night sky.
The past.
The future?
Weddings.
Funerals.
Births.
Love.
Change.

Can't really say precisely how these are tied together, but they certainly are in my head and heart. The experience has, I think, changed me, grown me, opened my eyes a bit more. And most importantly lent me some perspective.

I've often thought these last couple of weeks of God's non-answer to Job's questioning--it starts out like this:

Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation?
Tell me, if you understand.
Who marked off its dimensions?
Surely you know!
Who stretched a measuring line across it?
On what were its footings set,
or who laid its cornerstone--
while the morning stars sang together
and all the angels shouted for joy?

I find myself staggered, literally, to my knees, reminded again that God is God, and I truly know nothing. I find myself answering, like Job: "I put my hand over my mouth. I spoke once, but I have no answer...Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to comprehend...I repent in dust and ashes."

Yep, as we've discussed (well, especially with one of you :-) real prayer is totally positional--it's how I know, how I learn, my place. And I find this to be a very good thing, because He said I should have no other gods before Him, and I keep dethroning Him.

So, you've been prayed for today...

Even as I put my hand over my mouth, reverently...
For surely I speak of things I do not truly understand,
things too wonderful for me to comprehend.