Job 9:8

God alone stretches out the heavens,

   And treads upon the back of the sea.

(Written 6/17, Posted 6/19)

For someone who tries to blog everyday, I am a horrible typist. Even sitting in this chair, I have to be careful how I hold my knee or it hurts for hours. I have to concentrate on holding things or my hands relax and drops things. The knee is probably a combination of injury and repeated action over the years, but each is just a clue that I am nothing but short of perfection.

Again, I have added God over the multitude of pronouns. I picked stretches over the alternative of spreads.  But this first stitch is again dominated by the monotheistic basis of Job.

I picked tread over trample, and back over waves and crests. Back retains the hint of the reference here to a pagan sea god who rules the waves and the sea itself. The original Hebrew probably had the pagan god’s actual name, but I did not feel that was necessary.

Verses like this remind me that God is so much more than me. I almost said I am, but that felt a little less than accurate. God is the great I am and holds the distinction of being the creator and separate from the created and all of creation. Why would we worship a god who can only defeat the sea? The entire universe and all of its nature that science is trying to understand is the playfield of Yahweh, and the awe we should have for Him in infinite. Is yours? I pray it is.