Zeus who?

Driving home this evening, I was treated to a magnificent display of firepower. Indeed, the pale black sky was ripped open by dozens of lightning bolts. Bolts of lightning that were so intense that the street lamps along the interstate cowered before their mighty fingers as they stretched across the Texas night. Streaks of brilliant white light, pure as the driven snow, etched their signature into the heavens.

Without a doubt, it was quite an awesome spectacle. And it was on my way home that I thought to myself, “Zeus my rear end… I serve the one who creates and sends these great streaks across the firmament.” Where is Zeus? Let him answer his accusers. Surely the Greeks are still prospering in their homeland, but where is their pantheon? For they were all wood and stubble, destined to burn against the great wrath of our God who sets out with terrible vengeance against that which should exalt itself against Him.

And as I thought of the awesome power of our mighty God, I was reminded of the Son who “did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men.” Indeed, it was the Light of God who calmed the raging seas.

And it is this Jesus whom we bow down to serve. It is by the might of his fingers that were stretched out on the cross on that the darkest day of all human history that we have been transferred from the kingdom of darkness into the kingdom of light. It was there, on that day, that the creation moaned and ached at the death of her creator. And it was but three days later that the very same creation leapt with praise over the victorious Lamb. For it was with the same nail pierced hands that our savior reached out and took the keys of death from the adversary of the people of God.