God's Being

Why don’t we start at the very beginning, just before creation. When there was nothing. Or at least what we might perceive as nothing. The kind of nothing from which all things came from. It cannot be a something because then, that something must come from another something. The only thing, then that would have no beginning and no end would be a ‘nothing.' And surely, it can’t be an ‘empty’ nothing. for where or how else can everything come from. It certainly must be a dynamic nothing, that which is capable of producing something out of nothing. For want of a better term, let us call it god…or God!

At that beginning, what can be said to have moved that ‘nothing’ to create something? Things do not just appear; they must have some kind of purpose, and that purpose must necessarily come from the creator, that beginner of things. At this point, what could only be the most logical reason for creation is for that creator to express itself? That simple. To let whatever that is kept within itself to come out and be born. What could be said to be born cannot be a ‘something’ in the material sense; it has to be something intangible, too, coming as it does from a ‘nothing’ entity, but which must of necessity be possessed of a reality in order to exist. Existence is a positive indication of being. Through this positive expression something comes into being, an addition of a something into the void that the universe was at that beginning.

What could this ‘nothing’ be that is capable of such positive expression? And if it really is capable of self-expression what could it possibly express except itself. If there is anything in the emptiness of space and the nullity of time that is capable of positive expression, one which cannot be nothing else but of itself, it cannot be anything else but Love, whom we today call God. It is the only ‘thing’ that can exist primordially and which in itself is capable of expressing itself. More than that, it is the only expression that is capable of continuing in expression and just as capable of returning to itself in like manner, if not greater, or just as great as the nothing from which it came. It is limitless, indefinable, and all-powerful as the nothing from which it came, even as it is said to be so vulnerable to that self-same power, and yet by that same power is capable of overcoming all.

This is our world, a world of Love that somehow we cannot seem to fully understand. A world that by its very nature brings about so much misery because of its capacity for misunderstanding, but which promises an eternity of happiness hidden in the recesses of its nothingness. Its secrets are open to everyone, all within reach, but so elusive. We only have to understand its true nature that was there from the beginning of time and which continues today: NOTHINGNESS. But a dynamic nothingness out of which all things became.