Everything had a beginning.
Not all things will have an end.
Creation is a song; it has a rhythm, a tempo, a rhyme. God is to creation what a band is to the music. When the band stops playing, all the songs are over, and the room becomes silent and dark.
But God will never stop singing. I believe he cannot help himself. He is uncontrollable; creation erupts from him, like the morning birds singing outside my window right now.
“Creator” is his first, and greatest, title. He is the artist, but he is also the canvas. he is the architect, but he is also the builder. He is the author, but he is also the story. He is the songwriter, but he is also the singer, and the song.
His song will never end, because he will never end, and he cannot stop singing. But he is not a soloist; he invites us to sing with him, and create with him, forever.
The tune will change soon, but it will not weaken. It will grow stronger and brighter until the darkness itself is drowned, and even the flowers burst forth in song. To be part of that new song is the goal of all who know the writer.
I am turning sixty. Some days I am tired. But when I stand and look around me. When I consider creation and listen for the song. When I ponder the eternity of music, and color, and distance that stretches before me; my imagination collapses from exhaustion.
I find it unnerving, and yet peaceful, to realize that we have just barely begun to live.