I have an inner science geek that just gets the best of me sometimes.
Like tonight when I was glued to the Nova documentary on String Theory, I was absolutely mesmerized as Brian Greene explained how this one theory attempts to merge both gravity and electromagnetism and quantum mechanics into one explanation of the entire universe.
Or the other night when my unsolicited thoughts on dark matter and dark energy sent me on what probably wasn't an all too coherent explanation of the latest book I've been reading to my friend Rendi.
So why I'm attempting to connect thoughts on the space-time continuum with how I feel God's presence at 10:30 pm after a long day is really beyond me, but I've been stewing on it for a while, so what the heck.
The thing is, if it's true that the visible realm only makes of 4% of the universe and some sort of enigmatic dark matter and dark energy that we can't see comprises the rest, it only makes sense to really search out the unseen things.
"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:18
It's probably pretty mystical of me to even say that one can sense or feel this unseen realm, but nevertheless, I feel it.
And not only do I feel it, I feel it in varying ways and at different times, but none more strongly than when I'm with a group of believers who are bound together by the Spirit, heads bowed in reverence to the One who gives life and light and truth.
This Great Force has bound me to a group of seven other believers with whom I've shared deep sorrow and great joy with over the course of the past eight years. When I'm with them, I feel like I sense the unseen and hear the unspoken and glimpse the glory and holiness of God.
This Great Force is the witness to and keeper of the covenant I've made in marriage to my husband.
In the early morning as I gather to pray with some of my sisters in Christ, this Great Force will be among us, beckoning us to Himself.
I'm aware of my smallness and my absolute ignorance of what is unseen, but still, pondering the science of the vast universe of all things invisible makes me love and trust God even more.
It's mind-bending love and confusing kinds of grace that the Lord has for us.
I'm as blind as the road side beggar calling out to Jesus for healing.
I can't wait until I can really see.