Heaven Touching Earth

I still believe even when life is tough and the skies are gray. Even when the things I trust in become shaken and the ones closest to me are discouraged. When I am tired and I can't see the breakthrough I believe is coming. I still believe...

I was listening to a song today that began to stir a fire in my bones. The stirring started somewhere near the center of my being and moved out to my extremities. "Lord, can you revive me again? In a raspy voice, the singer evoked my heart.

"Our Father, all of Heaven knows your name 

Sing louder, let this place erupt with praise. 

Can you hear it the sound of heaven touching earth…?"

   In the beginning, the Spirit hovered over the waters with mighty wings of mercy. The essence of love swept over the unformed child, the apple of the Father’s eye. When the voice of creation spoke and the darkness transformed into pure resplendent light He was there. When the seas were formed and the land took shape when the green beauty of plant life sprung up like little hands clapping at the magnitude of their Creator He was there.  When the eye of the Father formed all the creatures of earth and sea He felt the absence of his own reflection and so he knelt down in the dirt to form man.

    With one mighty breath the first son of man awoke. This reflection of God formed a little lower than the angels arose. On shaky legs, Adam beheld his new playground. Not as some type of ape-man but as the very reflection of his Abba Father he looked around. Intelligent and strong he met the creatures walking on earth and swimming in the sea. He walked among the fruited trees yet even in all the beauty and wonder his heart felt lonely.

    The Lord knew Adam’s desire to be known. Even in the newness of creation man could not find his equal in all the vibrant majesty of his organic home. In the sweetest sleep, Adam lay so that God could perform the first surgery. Removing one of two ribs designed to protect the man’s lungs, his breath supply, the Creator gently covered the vacancy with flesh.  

   In a moment Adam was healed by the touch of the Great Physician. As he lay in slumber on lush carpets of grass and nectar scented flowers his wife was being formed from rib and dust, light and the breath of God.

“He makes beautiful things from the dust.”

He awoke to see a beautiful she creature lying next to him. “Adam,” the Voice of many Waters spoke, “Behold your wife.”

   With tears, he arose to study the woman over curves and smooth skin. As he stirred she too awoke. Taking her hand they ran through the garden of God to celebrate their new life together. All around them the animals uttered and the birds sang in the wonder of man and woman, husband and wife, Father and Mother and keepers of the earth.  As the man and woman walked in the garden they praised the only Father they had ever known.

   Of course, there is more to the story than the perfect beginning. Soon perfection unraveled with the trick of a snake and the lure of a piece of fruit. Still, there is a longing God placed in each one of us to be known and to again be invited to walk in the garden of God’s presence. Such a hope is only found through the acknowledgment of one name. The name of the one who was there in the beginning when Heaven touched Earth, when light pierced the darkness, when emptiness became full of life.

I hear my own voice join in with the singer's

"King Jesus, you’re the name we are lifting high,

Your glory shaking up the earth and skies,

 Revival we want to see your kingdom here.

We want to see your kingdom."

I still believe…