Who is like the LORD our God, the One who sits enthroned on high, who stoops down to look on the heavens and the earth? (Psalm 113:5-6)
It seems to be a nature documentary played at high speed.
Clouds scuttle across the sky. Snow covers everything like a blanket, yet within a breath it melts away, revealing that the miniature dramas of life have not ceased while hidden by white roofs and in caves and hollows. Leaves appear, pale green, tiny, then grow bigger and darker. The sun beats down, wilting everything beneath its glare. The wind howls. Leaves turn yellow and drop, to quickly decay and return to the earth that nourished them.
A baby is born, helpless, tiny. He grows into a confident toddler who can ‘do it himself’, then a child full of life and laughter. He develops pimples and grows hair on his face and becomes insolent and withdrawn for a time. At last, he blossoms into a man, strutting around with a self-important air. He chooses for himself a woman, just as the animals choose a mate. Like the rest of nature, his wife grows round and then writhes in agony for a brief second before another child is born. The man becomes wizened, hunched over and within a minute breathes his last. Others bury him and cry for a second or two. Life goes on.
In the midst of these revolving scenes, God is unchanging. Firmer than the cliff faces, more majestic than the broad deserts, the towering mountains or the vast plains, God remains constant. He is the life force that keeps this mini-dramas unfolding. He is the energy that reverberates throughout creation. He is.
But what is this? The majestic one stooping down and touching a life … and another … and another? Listening to their prayers? Aching for them to acknowledge Him? They’re so little … so pitiful … so negligible.
The greatest mystery of all … God Himself becomes a part of this nature documentary, just for a brief moment in eternity. He steps into it as a helpless embryo in a woman’s womb. He is born as a baby. Grows up. Teaches. Heals. Challenges. Allows those puny pathetic creatures to … surely not … to kill Him?
The boom reverberates throughout the universe. Hell shudders. The Man, the Son of God, walks free. He is not alone.
The documentary continues. The Great Creator continues to take a keen interest in all that happens on this planet. There are more tiny people racing around busily now than ever before. God touches a life here … organizes a miniscule detail there … interacts with the creatures He has made.