God the Creator
It was the second day of Christmas, and, even though his coming
warmed our hearts, it was very cold outside. The fire in the
fireplace I built not only for atmosphere but to warm the chill
inside. Sitting before the fire, I soon became mesmerized by the
darting flames burning brilliantly, though soon the intense heat
forced me to move farther back for comfort. Staring at the flames,
I noticed how they not only warmed the room but cast their luminous
spell all across the foyer.
I was immediately reminded of God. There was the fire, and the
light that comes from the fire, casting its mystic glow throughout
the room, and the warmth that comes from the fire through the
flames, warming every object around it. Yet the flames were not the
fire, nor was the heat the flames. The three were distinct, but
they were inseparable, save for how they each affected me. The
light and the heat touched me immediately. The source of the fire
was present but could not be seen.
My memory wandered back many years, to one evening when I was
baby-sitting my lawyer's children, Joe, John, and Peter. Richard
and Elizabeth Della Ratta had asked me to mind the boys until they
returned. At bedtime, as I tucked in the little ones, Peter said to
me, "Fahd, I have a problem with God."
"Pete, you're only six years old. How can you have a problem with
"But, I do, Fahd."
"How come you only have problems when you're going to bed?"
"It's the only time I have to talk to you."
"Okay, Pete, what's this big problem you have with God?"
"Fahd, when you tell me about God, you talk about God as our
Father, and you talk about Jesus, and you also talk about . . . the
. . . you know, the other guy."
"The Holy Spirit."
"That's right. Now, you talk about these three people, and you tell
me there is only one God. If there are three of them, how can there
be only one God?"
"Pete, God is not like us humans. God's nature is different. See
that lamp there? There is the bulb, there is the light coming from
the bulb, and there is heat coming through the light from the bulb.
They are all different, but you can't separate them. They're all
together as one. That is something like what God is like."
"But, Fahd, God doesn't work on electricity."
"Pete, why don't you just close your eyes and think about it? I'm
sure it will put you right to sleep."
As I went back downstairs I thought, "How young we are when we
begin to question about God. We humans are born philosophers, with
a thirst to understand our existence. I suppose once we experience
the vastness of the world and all the complicated beings in it, it
is only a simple next step to ask ourselves where it all came from,
and who made it, and then the whole train of questions that
Now as I sit before the fire in my study, my mind wanders back to
Moses and his experience with the burning bush, the bush that
burned but was not consumed. I am sure the voice he heard that day
haunted him all his life. "Moses, come no closer Take off your
shoes, for the ground on which you stand is holy ground I am the
God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the
God of Jacob."
God then goes o
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