Under the microscope

Manmade snow and God’s snow look about the same . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . from a distance.

But, under the microscope, manmade snow looks like a blob.  God’s snow looks almost too extraordinary to believe, like someone is pulling your leg and you’re really looking at an ice sculpture so induplicably exquisite it would make the finest carver in the world marvel to see.

What we can do with ourselves . . is something like a blob.  No matter how famous we become, what we invent, what we’re credited for discovering, or how many prizes we win . . our lives fade, our achievements become blobs in history, further and further removed from the present, until they are nothing but a speck . . and then gone altogether.

“I create new heavens and a new earth;
And the former things will not be remembered or come to mind.”

(From Isaiah 65:17b, NASB)

Anything and everything done for the sake of this earth . . won’t even be remembered.  The earth will be destroyed, but not before we see that all that was of such great earthly importance . . was no more than a blob in nature, worthless, valueless drivel that really meant nothing at all.

All tabloid magazines will have seemed less important than a dry leaf on the autumn floor.  All done for the earth: all gossip, all lies, all thievery, all conniving, all deceit, all malice, all bossiness, all warlording, all doing-something-for-popularity, all cliques, all society circles, all networks, all cell phone conversations, all texts, all sitcoms, all blockbusters, all winks, all smiles, all million-dollar dresses, all debt, all foolishness, all that was marketed, all that was advertised, all that was bought, all that was consumed, all that was attractive, all that was famous . . everything that had its roots in earth will die with the earth, will be no more, will be so ridiculously unimportant it will have seemed unfathomable that anyone ever thought of them at all.

It will all be seen as worthless as its father and master, Satan, who, though he has been stripped of all God’s glory for all the time we have known him, will finally be on display without smoke & mirrors and everyone will gasp at how incredibly worthless he really has been–and what a horror for his followers, who will realize they have thrown their souls in the lot with the most worthless of all causes.  They will realize in that awful moment that all they could have been in Christ was traded for the trash of here-and-now pleasures that have gone never to come back.  They will see their own memory in the minds of anyone and everyone who knew them fade to nothingness, because they will be nothingness.

Under God’s judgment, like snowflakes under microscope, the true structure of who we are is seen.  Either we are at our core founded on Christ, and all of who we are stems from that . . or we are at our core founded on the random whims of Satan which make no sense and bring only harm.

The hymn[1] says,

On Christ the solid rock I stand.

The only other choice is,

On Satan the bottomless pit I fall.

All earthiness, every last crumb of dirt with its particles of death, will be no more.

“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will not pass away.”

(Jesus, quoted in Mark 13:31, NASB)

All earthiness–gone.

God’s words–forever.

We are made alive by the Word.  The Word is the everlasting language in the soul of the Christian that saves him or her from the pointless, meaningless, worthless nature of sin.  The Word will endure in the Christian’s soul, even as all earthiness, at the moment of death or transformation, is stripped away.

I can hardly imagine the contrast.

Satan will be stripped of his illusion, and all will see the ugliness of his nothingness.

The Christian will be stripped of his or her sin nature, and all will see the beauty of Christ.

Christ is not everything–He is not the evil in the world; He is not Satan; He is not us.  God is not everything.

But Christ is everything treasure.

Everything treasure is Christ.

There is no treasure apart from Christ.  It would be a little like saying there is water apart from Hydrogen and Oxygen.  Christ is the origin of goodness.  No goodness can be found without Him.  He is the essence of treasure.

He is not the map to the treasure–though His Word navigates us to salvation as a map would navigate to treasure.

He is not the journey to the treasure–the journey is our own, though He will go along beside us.  He never takes our individuality away.  That is one of ten thousand distinguishing hallmarks of Christianity.

He is our Path, though He is not only the path.  He makes Himself our Path a little like a parent laying stones down for a child to walk upon.  This is only the beginning of who He is, this leads to learning more and more of Himself.

Christ, my Lord and Savior Christ, the Jewel above all jewels, the Pearl above all pearls, the Gold beyond value, is the treasure itself.

Christ is the intricacy, beauty, and simplicity our hearts have been craving our whole lives.

For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. (2 Corinthians 4:6-7, NIV)

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Photograph by Breahn Foster, profile on http://www.flickr.com/people/rueful/

The stanza On Christ the solid Rock I stand is from the hymn My Hope is Built by Edward Mote around 1834.

Photograph is under Creative Commons License.

See Copyright Page for Bible translation information.

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