“For the invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made…” (Romans 1:20)
His heart is written out in face and flower and framed in full color of falling leaf…It’s everywhere.
If I cannot understand the heart of God, the purposes of God; If the invisible is a mystery, the cause lies with me. In me.
“…So that they are without excuse.” (ibid)
Little lights shine like stars where the wall meets the ceiling. My eyes wander from one to the next.
Invisible, visible. Invisible, visible. The obvious impossible. Unthinkable.
I start up. Take up the book again, scour the page with something almost like a glare.
If this problem is all mine, you had better believe I will find the solution.
“Invisible…visible.” They did, they didn’t… (verse 21)
because they didn’t. They didn’t give Him His due. They didn’t “glorify Him as God” of their lives. And so they couldn’t see Him, where He was indeed to be found.
He was there, but their eyes were darkened.
We see Him, when we give Him what is due Him.