Seeing the Invisible

The last couple of nights have had full moons.  I have been drawn out to my back patio by some unseen, unspoken urge to rest in the splendor of the heavens.  I have been met with such peace and tranquility, feeling a sense of excitement rarely experienced by the outdoors, especially in darkness.  I could see why the pagans worshiped the moon; I chose to worship the creator who made the moon.  Fall brings such cool nights and gentle breezes.  It’s almost too cool for the mosquitoes, so prevalent here in Texas, to be out, and that brings a sense of relief and pleasure.  The symphony of crickets, night birds, even cars in the distance brings sounds of life and presence to the surrounding dark landscape.  I sense the presence of God, and speak with Him for a few minutes.

I am reminded of the first chapter of Romans where God is saying mankind has no excuse for their evil ways, “since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God had made it plain to them.  For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities–his eternal power and divine nature–have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.”

How have we “clearly seen” and “understood from what has been made?”  That can seem a tall order of belief for skeptics of the modern age.  The verse also points out that God’s qualities are invisible.  So how can we see when they are invisible?  Perhaps we can see with another part of our being that doesn’t involve the eyes.  A mother understands love when she holds her newborn infant.  Many people know when a loved one is in trouble when they are miles away.  Many older people know when they are soon to die and began to put their affairs in order.  I’m not sure if I could say we have spiritual eyes, or what other part of our being is responsible.  We are eternal beings, and we know things that aren’t in this realm as “looking through a mirror darkly.”  Some people are more in tune to unseen things than others.  The difference?  Perhaps they cultivate the gift, and give praise for His divine nature.  When a person experiences the presence of God, it can be addictive–they want more.  God is love.  Love heals.  Love helps us grow into who we instinctively know we are designed to be.

So, as I look out my window the last couple of nights, I can imagine God is saying. “Come out and sit a spell with Me in My parlor.  I made a big, beautiful moon, and hung the stars for you.  I know you are tired and need rest.  Let’s visit a few minutes and you will know everything is okay as long as I am with you.  For, lo, I am with you always.”