The Obvious Blindspot
Before God spoke, before light cracked the dark, He was there, steady, shaping the heavens and earth in a quiet I can’t fathom. Why, God, did you create us? Boom that’s the question burning, few participate in the discussion, but we’re asking it now. Scripture lays it out in Genesis He moved with purpose, not some throwaway act, but a love so deep it spills into everything. Saint Augustine chimes in, saying it’s all one eternal now, God’s heart spilling out, not step-by-step like we figure, but whole, alive, pulling us into it. And then there’s Mother Teresa, living it out she’d say He thought of us as a gift to Himself, a way to share that love, like He couldn’t keep it in. So here we are, wrestling with interruptions, the Monopoly board of life cutting in buy, sell, work… but I hold this sacred space, not secret, just steady. Why? Because He did it first, focused, unbroken, and I’m trying to match that… listening through the noise, knowing every chat, every moment, lands in grat...