Painting Without Hands

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity
that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”

― G.K. Chesterton

I was busy setting up for the Father/Son Team Day this past weekend when I stood up and saw something amazing. Every few minutes I would look up and it just got better and better.

The ancient pagans got a kick out of fashioning idols for themselves using shiny metals, stone, clay and wood. In the Psalms God mocks these gods who were dead even before they lived because in that
irony of idolatry they were fashioned by the hands of the same men who would then worship them.

And while these gods have hands, they hang limp at their sides while our God beats them up every evening as He paints the sky with His hands tied behind His back.

My God finger paints without fingers ... what can your god do?

"The idols of the nations are silver and gold,

the work of human hands.

They have mouths, but do not speak;

they have eyes, but do not see;

they have ears, but do not hear,

nor is there any breath in their mouths.

Those who make them become like them,

so do all who trust in them!" --Psalm 135:15-18