By his wind the heavens were made fair; his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.
Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of him!
But the thunder of his power who can understand?
— Job 26:12-14
By Christ, the breath of God created the heavens and the earth. He was in the beginning; he was with God and was God from eternity past. By him were all things created, for his glory; in him all things live and move and have their being; in him all things are being held together, and are working together for our good, that we might be conformed to his own image. By his goodness, the creation is indeed made fair.
His hand was not only pierced, but inasmuch as he has our names engraved on his heart and hands, so also he was stricken, smitten and betrayed. He willingly took on our transgressions, in order that he might exercise his great power over Hades for us, whom he has loved. In so conquering he has sent death, our greatest enemy, and the serpent who wielded its power fleeing. That man has done what no man could do; he did not believe the lie, but in truth and power, sent the serpent fleeing.
Behold, Christian, these are but the outskirts of his ways. Imagine! How small a whisper do you hear of him! Behold him in creation! Behold his power over all things! Behold his victory over death! Behold… these are but the outskirts of his ways. And now, how small a whisper…
The thunder of his power, who can understand? His thoughts are not like our thoughts, nor are his ways like our ways; inasmuch as his thoughts are higher than our thoughts, so his ways are higher than our ways. In an infinite, qualitative manner, God stands over against humanity and all created things, in such a way as he could never, ever be compared with anything our eyes may see, our ears may hear, or our minds may conceive. Now we see but the outskirts of his ways, and hear but a whisper of his voice.
In much the same way as Job could not yet see the full revelation of Christ, but spoke of him better than he knew, so now, we too speak of God Almighty, Sovereign Creator of all the earth, and all things below, and all things above. How our minds should long for that day when we will see him! How our hearts should cry out in a desperate voice, “Lord, let me know you! Let me hear you!”
Yet we are here on earth, and my heart is sinful, I know. Behold, this life and this mind knows only of the outskirts of his ways. This sinful soul may only now hear but a small whisper of him. How my heart and flesh yearn and long, cry out and moan, “Even so, Lord Jesus, come!”