“There is something there. I just can’t find it.” Those were my thoughts several years ago while reading Genesis I. It’s that nagging feeling a writer of any degree gets, when there is something to say, but the words won’t find the paper (or keyboard).
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” “So what!” I thought, “ There’s nothing new there. We’ve heard it and read it all through our lives. Even non-believers know that. Then why can’t I get it out of my mind? Lord…what!”
So began the process of turning ”my” imagination over to God who gave it to me.
I don’t recall my exact thoughts,, but I do have clear memories of the “Wow!” of…revelation. Maybe illumination. No. I think I sensed simple joy. Yes. Heart-thumping, eyes-wide-open joy. That is exactly what I experienced as the words began to unfold from thoughts I never recognized. It’s that ‘OH MY GOSH!” each writer is allowed to possess, as the words spill out with emancipating clarity of thought. Even at this late hour I am starting to sense it.
(Boy, am I glad I couldn’t sleep.) I know you folks get it too. Your fingers just can’t shut up. (This is so much fun.) I do hope that you are remembering your moment(s) as you read this. That wordless vibrance bursting through sometime after you asked, “Lord, would you help me see into a world exposed by more than light?”
“Umbrella?” is all I heard. Then…
“As I read your word Lord, I am overwhelmed. It is like an umbrella that is more than a stick in my hand. When open, it is blown from here to there, turning me in innumerable directions with your Spirit’s gust…Your word is too vast…But I pick it up again and again and hang on as long as you allow.”
Each one of us, every living soul, is created in the image of God. His “invisible attributes” (Romans 1:20) are a shadow of who God is. We are an image of his imagination, with an imagination, so his thought process is part of our nature. As writers we ought to turn that gift back over to him…and watch…and learn (Matthew 11:28-30). He waits for us to humble ourselves that he might expose clarity of thought (Isaiah 55:11). So that whatever makes it to the page will serve his purpose and remind us of the exhilaration we sensed by spending time in his presence.
“I don’t know your mind. Your reasons for choosing to create time out of infinity…are yours alone. But if I may…Perhaps art (Psalm 94:11). Perhaps you simply desired to manifest a thing of beauty to enjoy and be glorified by. Does that sound too human?”