The Poet

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Art is still recovering in the Church since its nearly total demise in the 16th century during the Protestant Reformation when it was branded as evil. It was as though everybody ripped the first chapter of Genesis out of their bibles. 

In the beginning, there was no sun, which would become our yet-to-be-created solar system’s only star—332,900 times bigger than the earth would be. There was no moon. 

There was only The Poet, singing his love song as he created harmoniously.

Our earth was an invisible dot in the Milky Way, a galaxy of about 400 billion stars like our sun and at least 100 billion planets. And this massive display of stars and planets is one of between 100 billion and 200 billion galaxies we can see through a Hubble telescope.

~  Creation quotes from Who do you say I am?, Ron Brackin, 2019.

 But our earth is the most important piece of real estate in the universe.

Today, folks call all of that astronomy. But that wasn’t astronomy … that was Art! That was poetry! And if it wasn’t, then there ain’t no such thing.

When The Poet spoke, “electromagnetic radiation became, packed with freshly-conceived and created wavelengths. Infrared and ultraviolet became, complete with meaning, purpose and ability. Frequencies and intensities, photons and polarizations became and were immediately, perfectly and exquisitely functional and integrated. 

The Poet had to be having a blast! 

“Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water,” he said, after he had conceived of water, doubtlessly even more excited, maybe spinning around, then laughing out loud.

The Poet conceived of vegetation, and it became—390,000 plant species we’ve been able to identify so far, 94 percent of which have flowers, as well as about 2,000 types of fruit, each of which The Poet created in mind-numbing detail, from supersymmetric particles to blazing colors and soft textures. 

And infinitely greater still, The Poet created life, the nature of which scientists, theologians and philosophers still ponder, probe and argue inconclusively.

On and on, The Poet continued to create beauty out of nothing until, on the Sixth Day, The Poet created a man in his very own image—a reckless act of loving creativity, exceeded only by the reckless act of loving self-sacrifice he would make for this creation four thousand years later.

Ephesians 2:10 in The Passion Translation says, “We have become his poetry, a re-created people that will fulfill the destiny he has given each of us, for we are joined to Jesus, the Anointed One. Even before we were born, God planned in advance our destiny and the good works we would do to fulfill it!”

“Our lives,” it says in a footnote, “are the beautiful poetry written by God that will speak forth all that he desires in life.”

The Poet has begun to edit his poem that has been smudged and scarred by sin for centuries. He’s begun to turn the eyes of his artists to his throne globally, and one day in the not too distant future, they will paint him and play his songs and dance with him and fill the world with a picture of him that has never been seen before. 

It’s time for us to start looking up more than we look around. It’s time to return to our bibles with renewed passion. It’s books are the 3D glasses that will enable us to see amazing things we’ve never seen before.