O LORD, how manifold are thy works!
In wisdom hast thou made them all;
the earth is full of thy creatures.
Yonder is the sea, great and wide,
which teems with things innumerable,
living things both small and great.
There go the ships,
and Leviathan which thou didst form to sport in it. (Psalm 104:24-26)
“You made a sea serpent to play in the sea!?” My hands waved spasmodically. Involuntarily, my shoulders shrugged. My head shook of it’s own accord. “If someone asks, ‘Why did You make Leviathan?’ You’ll answer, ‘The sea was big. I decided it could use a creature that would like to play in it.’ Again, my hands jerked up. “That is what it means to be God! In a nutshell. You make things for the joy of making completeness.”
Suddenly, I was aware of a hugeness and a hollow feeling filled my tummy, “It’s scary. I’d almost like to hide. Little Anthony’s monsters in The Twilight Zone episode, It’s a Good Life, comes to mind. Except he wills nothing good. He makes everyone pretend to be happy or else…
“But You make sea serpents so they can play in the sea. And You make humans to be happy. If we’re not, Your deluxe Imago Dei operating system causes us to long and reach for happiness. We can refuse happiness. But the longing remains even if we close our hearts to it. You have never let me stop at being unhappy, never let me fashion my unhappiness into a cross that You never gave me to bear. You haven’t made life easy but You have pushed me to reach for happiness in the midst of difficulty. Not complacency but the unbridled joy because living is so grand, my life is so grand, You are so grand.”
The immense hollow had become strong, warm arms holding me, “It’s still scary. (You do make sea monsters to play in the sea.) I still have an initial ‘maybe it would be better to hide’ feeling. You are beyond me. You are so far beyond me, I can’t begin to comprehend. You make sea monsters so they can have fun in the sea. Wow! Just wow! Then again, the sea is big…”
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