We all are somewhat uncomfortable with emptiness, with darkness, with silence

And look unceasingly for ways to fill the void, to light the dark, for assurance of presence

With powerful microscopes we look for the smallest objects,

With powerful magnets we try to open the smallest particles to find how they’re made

Ever searching, ever wondering, ever unsatisfied with the latest finding

Even trying to define what we can not understand even as “anti-matter” and “exotic matter”

In an unceasing search for the how and what and why

With telescopes we search the most distant heavens for objects as old as we can find

We try to traverse immense distances of space and time with our frail human tools

And wonder if light and time and space themselves are for us to define, to manipulate

With sensors and radiography we test and listen for messages from the heavens

Ever searching, ever wondering, ever unsatisfied with the latest finding

Even trying to define the void and the emptiness as “dark matter” to satisfy that need for completeness, and

Name unknown things as “worm holes” and “black holes” to satisfy our need to understand the incomprehensible

With numbers and formulas we try to find the reasoning for all that was, is and will be

With computers of human construction we seek to expand our minds

Beyond what even we ourselves can comprehend in this quest

Calculating new ways to answer the old, the timeless,

To define what is, in terms of measurement and calculation

An discover the incredible symmetry of creation far beyond our power to calculate

With chemical elements and tools fashioned by our hands we even manipulate life itself

Searching for ways to duplicate the miracle of creation, to be creators

To improve on creation, to try to control it

In wonderful ways using the elements of our understanding to repair ourselves

But in perversion of our selfness even try to determine life’s beginning and end

In trying to satisfy our innate need for completeness, we:

Refuse to admit that there exists the incalculable

Refuse to admit that there exists the undefinable

Refuse that there exists the timeless

Refuse to admit that there exists the unmeasurable

The inconceivable

We are uneasy here, and so very on our own if we do not embrace the One who created all. Who is present in all.

For in Him all is defined, all is real, all is...because it is His will that all in fact... is

The hunger for knowledge is a most precious gift given to the created

A gift given to us freely by God to help us grow closer to Him

To give us a small taste of the eternal

To help us learn to love what He has created for us here

And help us desire the eternity with Him that awaits

May our desire to fill the emptiness, light the darkness and endure the excruciating silence

Be satisfied by the knowledge that our loving God and Creator

Fills all, lights all, speaks to us, and created us for this world to prepare us for His Home

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