In my recent travels, I have been amazed by what men have been able to accomplish over the centuries: the pyramids of the Maya, the churches and palaces in Europe, the cities within which these monuments were built. These did not just appear out of nowhere. There were very creative and ingenious builders who constructed them. Their grandeur and beauty are simply astounding and point to the genius of their builders.
I look at the greater beauty and grandeur there is in nature and I am even more astounded: the richness and variety of life, the passing of the seasons, the splendor of the stars. These did not appear out of nowhere either. There must have been a creative and ingenious Creator who made it all.
I know that there is a God who created all that I see and experience. But I do not know Him like I know the people I love. And even there I often struggle. The God who made this vast universe is simply too boundless for my mind to truly comprehend. But I can feel and sense Him in His handiworks: in the world I live in, in the person that I am, in the people He has brought into my life, in the daily experiences of life and of love with the people around me.
Yes, life – and it has always been meant to be eternal – is all about knowing the only one true God who created all that there is.