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/

 

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Peace Presents

I see the boxes ‘neath a verdant tree,

Of size and corners, of soft and flat.

Of tiny bows and licked envelopes.

Near are socks pinned to the mantle

Empty, gaping, hungry for the treats of Christmas Eve.

 

One question remains.

 

Good or bad? Worthy or not?

Will favor extend till Christmas morn?

Or with harsh words or one false step

This bounty quick be shorn?

 

Tiny, faceless, serene nearby

A wooden manger scene. A Prince of Peace.

One given and never recalled.

Given for liars and lonely, good and bad.

Given a bounty for hearts who will believe.

And behold, a gift again,

Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

 

This Peace eternal

Not as the world gives. Not for reciprocating or to the worthy.

Not wrapped or hidden

Never retracted.

Peace given.

Peace left.

In a name, in a babe.

Through a Prince who knew no peace.

Spread to me before assailant and foe.

Peace, a feast.

Amid green meadows, still waters.

 

This verdant tree will wither.

Gifts peeled, received or returned.

Praise the Prince! This giver of Peace!

Not as the world gives

But for the eternal enjoyment of my soul.

Too Much of a Good Thing

Too much of a good thing?

I remember as a kid, my mom telling me, “You can’t play with Julie today. You’ve seen her every single day this week. You’ll get tired of each other and get into fights. That’s what happens when you get too much of a good thing.”

I know you’ve seen the woman who took a beautiful shade of blue and put too much of a good color on her eyelids.

There’s probably a food you used to love until you indulged yourself one too many times and it’s no longer a welcome taste.

Everywhere we turn these days, we’re reminded how good exercise is for us.

There’s a demoralizing quote by the Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor, “A woman can’t be too rich or too thin.”

If that’s true, then there is truly no such thing as too much of every effort to achieve a woman’s highest goal – rich and thin.

But, let me confess a few things that I feel God has brought to my personal attention about the innate value of fitness.

There is no innate value in fitness. 

That’s a hard thing for a fitness professional to admit. There is no eternal gain in being able to run a marathon, no lasting reward for being able to see indentations between your abdominal muscles. Even though our jealous minds might try to tell us otherwise, no one is a better person because they get up at 5 a.m. to jump up and down like they have ants in their pants or perform pull ups from suspension cables like a monkey.

I recently was called to take a hard look at the money I spend in the fitness industry. Money for the gym, money for certifications, magazines, sandbags, other equipment, DVDs, online tutorials, special clothing. If I spent that money on my “adopted” child in Guatemala, wouldn’t I being making a bigger, more eternal difference?

Energy. I love that bone-deep fatigue that results from a killer workout. I love being able to actually feel the EPOC (oxygen deficit) as my metabolism rises to compensate for intense exercise. I love longing for my pillow at night because I “worked” so hard. But did I work? Did I change someone’s life? Did I get to know Jesus more deeply than yesterday? Did I serve my husband, tend my home and if so, did I find satisfaction in these things? Or was my greater happiness derived from my tiny personal success?

I’m not denying the value of exercise. I know it is essential, and I personally love it! I’m so glad that God gave us durable feet to pound out frustrations on the pavement when we run. I worship my Creator when I experience the pleasure a stronger accomplishment and when I see the amazing things He has made me capable of. However, I am firmly convinced that the only reason God endowed me with these abilities is for His Glory.

“Physical training is good, but training for godliness is much better, promising benefits in this life and in the life to come.” I Timothy 4:8

 

Progressive God

What if we didn’t serve a progressive God?

No, I don’t intend to imply that He changes with the times, or improves or adapts to our whims. But He doesn’t just fix one little thing about me and let the others slide or degrade me continually. God doesn’t just pluck my marriage from the pits, set it on the brink of survival and walk away. No.

I [God] leads [her] with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from [her] neck and bent down to feed [her].”

Hosea 11:4

This weekend, my husband and I enjoyed time together that in years past never would have even taken place. This weekend, I emailed back and forth with a former counselor for my eating disorder and I was able to share joy with her and good news and hope. This weekend, I talked to my in-laws and was able to say, “No” to a wonderful by poorly timed invitation even though I feared letting them down. This weekend, I found myself on the verge of self-deprication and suddenly I realized that it didn’t feel sincere – the words that started to echo in my mind were hollow and insignificant. I didn’t feel worthless and quickly I silenced Satan’s lies and rested in the progressive, eternal redemption and love of my heavenly Father.

Praise the Lord!

I am thankful.