God Speaks. Things Happen.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. 10 He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him. 11 He came to his own, and his own people did not receive him. 12 But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, 13 who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.

14 And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. – John 1:1-5, 9-14


Pelicans at Holy Ghost Islands | Near La Paz, Mexico | August 2019

I love the way Genesis unfolds. God speaks. Things happen. Things are formless and empty. God forms and fills them. The Spirit of God hovers over the face of the deep. John writes, “In the beginning was the Word. And the word was with God. And the Word was God. Beautiful and powerful words. Words.

When I speak them, sometimes things happen. Sometimes. I tell Siri to call “Diane”. Most of the time she will call my wife, Diane. Sometimes, however, she says, “Which one? You have 19.” I do have many contacts on my phone – most of the members of St. John are in my contacts. I say, “Go!” to the car in front of me who is not moving fast enough through the intersection. He does not. I get stopped at the red light.

When I consider how the word became flesh, I think of God’s mercy, love, goodness, and promises becoming “real.” People were able to touch him. People heard him speak. They saw his face. God’s salvation is not just an idea. It’s a person: Jesus of Nazareth.

I also consider the idea of being real. I wrote yesterday about a friend’s comment about Diane and me. She said, “They are just who they say they are.” She was defending us, saying that we don’t try to put up a front. And we don’t. I say that because I sincerely try to be real with people. I’m just “me.” I’m not a Joel Olsteen wanabe. I’m no Billy Graham, or Martin Luther. I’m barely me.

I’m just David. Loved by God. Redeemed by Jesus. Forgiven. Called. Committed. Sinner. Saint. All of the above. I don’t try (most often) to be someone else. I believe in real grace. Real redemption. Real faith. Real struggle. Real. The word became real, and I want to be as real as possible. That makes truth more palatable. And grace more precious.

God isn’t content with being an idea or philosophy. Neither should his people. Let’s just be real. Redeemed. Forgiven. Loved. Called. Saved. For God has said it. It is.

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