Maestro. Tap tap.
It is the silence of God. His curtain is the rising of the sun introducing a new day. His audience is the host of heaven, from everlasting to everlasting; the innumerable stars display His majesty. He is the grand conductor.
Nature takes heed and claps. The trees bend in reverential awe while the stars sing in holy worship. By the very word of God the hinds do calve, collectively, without agreement among themselves yet in absolute accord they together confirm the voice of One greater; (for what unthinking entity could organize or conceive such a grand entrance into life) and this fact alone when viewed in the chamber of honesty, should send a man quickly to the Author of all that is.
The oceans wave in return, so willing to rinse the minds of fools, yet their presence is so unappreciated but by the guests who inhabit the deep.
The height, the breadth, the depth, and the length of everything fathomed, point to the Maestro who does not force Himself on His audience. God does not boast but through His creation as His hands are rather huge. The clouds as the dust for His feet are demure, and what man could dream such wonderful truth?
No, let everything that has breath testify to the only conductor of worth; well might a man apologize to God for trespassing upon His creation claiming the very carpet of dirt was rolled off a truck accidentally.
The Maestro pauses to scan the eyes of the patrons, but not all are paying attention to the music as ‘other things’ are more pressing…
He continues. He raises His hand and a million songbirds bring a tune suited for each; the heart is the greatest interpreter and knows the language of truth, yet how many ‘say it ain’t so.’
While He reveals His perfect pitch, a man in the back row, ZZ, seat 14, is indicted because he just realized his clothing reeked of an oil spill he was working on, and he had enough sense to immediately leave the theatre, lest others be offended. Strange how he never noticed nor cared about his effect on others, nor was he ever interested in the arts before.
In a bizarre turn of events, the man was frozen in his feet, for he thought: ‘why should I leave if I am the only patron?’ The scene was too wonderful to comprehend. The stars, the birds, the hinds, the trees, the oceans; all scenes displayed in such order, just for him! He was lost in his own insignificance and returned to his seat and sat down.
The Maestro was thought to take a bow, but I think the patrons took the bow while looking toward the east….and the curtain fell for intermission, but it was more of an opportunity to consider these things. In further silence, such as one that resembled the wordless departure of a loved one, the curtain arose.
The song of redemption was revealed. And how sweet that song. Each audience member heard for the first time the utter wonder and magnificent truth of the singing rocks and the quaking earth, for the earth shook at the silence of man for ignoring just exactly what happened at that place of a skull.
As men held their peace, nature did not, and answered in the most decided way that earth received her king, according to the scriptures. The song of creation and the song of redemption were led by the songmaster, He who sang like a lion as well as a lamb. A sight to behold, but more-so, a truth to embrace.
And the encore? The maestro asked the audience of one, and the audience of all, to join in, and sing the new song, which they already knew.