It seems to me that our God is a symphony. He is complex, vast – made up of all of everything, singing, playing, resonating. He is the music of life. And although He is all of everything at once, He is not chaos. He is not cacophony. Because there is order, precision, rhythm, pitch, harmony. There is structure, there is flow, there is purpose, to this Music – it is the difference between noise and song, random soundwaves and a Masterpiece. And this vast orchestration, made up of all of everything - loud, soft, fast, slow, gentle, powerful– it is tied all together with a simple, heart-piercing melody. Floating above everything, the reason for the song, supported by the infinite ensemble, is this: LOVE. As we soak in the most exquisite of all Music, we comprehend so little, but THIS we understand, THIS draws us in, THIS pulls us ever deeper into itself… the transparent melody. Love.
It’s why a child's faith is oftentimes more complete than an adult's - because they haven’t gotten lost in trying to tease out the individual parts, or focus only on one instrument playing harmony. A child simply hums the melody along with the Composer, sings it joyfully at the top of their lungs, however imperfectly. A child finds opportunity for song at every flower, every grasshopper, every moment. A child revels in the music, twirling as David in front of the Ark. A child doesn’t lose the melody in search of something deeper, because the melody is the SONG to the child. The wisest of listeners can delve headlong into the Music, rapturously marveling at the intricacies of the harmony, or the brilliance of the rhythm, always understanding their scope in the Great Orchestration. Too many get lost, and forget the essence of the song.
Infinite depth, richness, beauty, order and incomprehensible complexity, stitched inexorably, seamlessly together by the ultimate simplicity. The Melody is LOVE.
