Where

"Where were you when I," Job 38:4.

You? You, who? You, Job. You, O Man. You. When I? Who, I? God. God, Designer of this and all worlds. God, Creator of this and all solar systems. Of all galaxies. Of all universes. God, the One and Only. Where were you, O Man? Where? Not here. Not there. Not where. Nowhere. Where were you when I ... what? When I formed the footing for the cosmos? When I anchored its universal constants? When I sunk its supports into the void? Or even when I set earth's ocean basins? When I set its rotation to bring dawn into view each day? When I made light's properties? When I made light even to have properties? O Man! Tell me if you can: Where were you when I?

We meet with a brother or sister today in awesome reverence for the God who created us from dust because he wanted to. And, together, we give thanks that he created us as expressions of unimaginable love and not of chance rage.