Darkness:
incomprehensible darkness where no light shines at all. Imagine total blindness
if you can, yet this darkness deeper by far.
It is
an intangible void of darkness. Yet within the dense blackness something
exists. There are physical and celestial depths, but not anything
discernible or articulated. It is huge and measureless, beyond explanation,
before the realm and constraints of time as we understand ever existed.
Silence:
deep, disturbing silence. A silence so profound it would make you rush to cover
your ears, or even run away from it as far as you possibly can.
Something ethereal and unknown moves around and over the density and thickness of this shadowland; some great power broods over this chasm in expectation of an awakening:
and an awakening is a certainty!
There is a stirring and preparing that no human eye has ever seen or can see. It is dreadfully mysterious in its nature, and utterly fearful in its essence. Only a fool would venture too close.
And then a voice like to that of a trumpet-blast hurtles into this impenetrable abyss, splitting the darkness apart and bringing light where no light exists. It is the exposing of the miracle of a birth: the dawning of a most spectacular creation.
The
voice is like thunder, echoing throughout the cosmos. It rushes forth like the
sound of a dam bursting in torrents of unstoppable waters, driving everything
out of its way to create a path for its command to be fulfilled.
Suddenly,
light, with no apparent source, surrounds the birthing of this wonder. The
darkness recedes into the space around and beyond. The voice declares, “Let
there be light!” And it was so.
The voice comes again and says, “Let the waters divide and create a sky above the ground and a sea upon the earth.” And it was so. A fresh creation emerges through the billowing clouds and mountainous pillars of vapour.
Again
and again the voice rolls out its commands, and as it speaks, so it creates.
The
voice needs no instrument or assistance in making whatever it chooses, for the
voice is called the Word, and the Word does what it chooses by the authority of
the Word’s voice alone. The Word creates as it pleases and takes pleasure in
all that proceeds from the thundering of its articulation.
The
voice calls the planet to bring forth plants and trees; the waters to deliver
living creatures under its waves; the land to instantly bring animals and
insects in abundance; and the air to be filled with a crescendo of flying
wonders of every colour and variation. And it was so.
It
takes but life-giving words to bring about the complexities and phenomenal
designs of each living creature, each one unique and different in its form and
make-up. The Word, in incomprehensible and infinite knowledge, fashions each
one without a drawing board or science laboratory.
The ground heaves and splits open as millions of trees, shrubs, vines and blankets of grass obey his command to come forth and grow. Millions of flowers hear the same command, and push up through the soil, displaying their glory and effusing their wonderful and diverse fragrances throughout the early sunshine of that day.
Everything was designed, made, and brought into existence by the very thought that the Word imagined. We have to start our considerations here, because ‘in the beginning was the Word’.
This
book is called, ‘The Name’. We shall look at something that is both
underestimated and misunderstood; and something that can revolutionize your
mind-set and your walk through this amazing world that we all live in.
At the
creation and fashioning of the human race was this same Word. He took a handful
of dust from off the ground and made a man. He only had to speak and it could
have been done, but he chose to do something quite different.
Rather,
he stooped down to the ground of his creation, scooped up some dirt, and fashioned
a being which he called ‘Man’. He named him ‘Adam’.
It
seems that there was something super-special about this final piece of his
creation. This was to be the pinnacle of all that he would do to finish off
this awesome design and event.
Every
other living creature, on land, in sea, or in the air, came into being by a
word that he spoke; but for this, his final masterpiece, he engaged himself in
a marvellous and hands-on way. He not only picked up some dust, but after
fashioning this first ever human, the Word breathed into this creature’s
nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul. He made him in his likeness
and set his love upon him.
He held him up aloft for the whole universe to see, and said, ‘Behold the work of my hands!” (Isaiah 64:8; Psalm 143:5)
Centuries
later, one of the descendants of this Adam spoke out and said, “I am fearfully
and wonderfully made: marvellous are your works; and that my soul knows right
well!” (Psalm139:14)
