Where Did God Come From and Who Made Him?

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This is an article written by a Christian author/contributor to http://www.faithwriters.com. His article was recently selected and printed at http://www.mydailyarmorschristiandigest.com.

As I read it, I realized that these are the questions I will soon be fielding from our precious daughter, Eve. (Due in 24 days!) These are questions that every single Christian has either considered, received or struggled with. I hope you find Bernardo’s words insightful and maybe useful in sharing your faith in our sovereign, eternal God.

Where Did God Come From and Who Made Him?
Bernardo Pineda

When I was a young lad, I at times mused:

“Where did God come from, and who made Him?”

I lived in a world I did not fully comprehend, and was therefore, always curious about things especially as big as this one. I mean, He is our God. Would not it be nice to know something about Him?

We know God is God, and that He created the world and us. He is called Jehovah (one of His names); sometimes referred to as The Almighty, The Most High, The Everlasting Father, and so on.

But where did He come from and who made Him?
Where is He in heaven?
Does He have a family – wife, children, and siblings?
Does He belong to a royal family up there? Is there a line of succession to the throne of the king?

Young people probably ask these questions. Well, some adults could probably use help in getting cleared on these important matters too, for these concern everyone’s faith. Or at least, if anyone out there does not have it, this is a good time to stir it.

The Bible has all the answers:

You can finish reading Bernardo’s article here: https://mydailyarmor.org/uncategorized/where-did-god-co…and-who-made-him/


All on the page

In the interest of transparency, full vulnerability and honoring the One Word Naked, here is an exert from my journal last week. It’s short, but I sat in my prayer chair in tears last week:

It feels like there is so much on my plate with trips home to visit family, uprooting my home in VA, setting up house in GA, saying goodbye over and over and over, while still trying to keep up with writing my book, my blog and for other Christian publications like Haven Journal and She Loves, and Finding Balance. I feel swamped. I’m overwhelmed and tired beyond the point of sleep.

This conversation with Abba actually began the night before as I lay corpse-like in my bed, trying to fall into a dead sleep and resulting only in a more lively mind than before, like fireflies dancing behind my eyelids, lightbulb thoughts popping above my head.

Father, I’m tempted to ask for more time. I need more hours to get ready for an overwhelming move, and more time here in this chair and more time with family and more time to write and and mostly more time to know you, the Etcher of time, the Hand of time, the closer of day and shutter of sun. To know you is to know the container of time, the perfect seed of moments and tender shoots of future.

Abby, I know. Do you remember what I spoke to you last night? Daughter, I love you so much. Remember, when you asked about each thing that worried you? I told you, ‘That’s not yours, this is.’ And I lifted your concerns, placing my Father-hand in yours.