There was a time when I was not here. Hard to fathom, I know. At least, it’s pretty hard for me to fathom. I have read a few history books in my day, but it’s still difficult to imagine a world before now. A world without me.
As it turns out, I am not the main character in this story. Someone else is. Someone grand. Someone amazing. Someone a whole lot bigger than me. This story that’s written in history books and on ancient papyrus, that’s embedded on each of our hearts, isn’t about us. It’s about God.
In the beginning, God created. At the end, God renews the earth and comes to live with his people. In the middle, God saves the day.
