Imagination by Matthew Gaubatz

Imagination

Jason was an artist. All his life he had cultivated his imagination. He read books.

He wrote poetry. He painted pictures. He explored nature. He dreamed dreams. He daydreamed.

He imagined. He had such great ideas that he aspired to one day. Everything he did was so

original and creative. He wrote brilliant science fiction. He built up incredible worlds of fantasy.

He had the inside scoop of all great civilizations. He reinvigorated great tales of love. He



portrayed the hardships of humanity. He drew landscapes. He painted other worlds. He

illustrated his fairy tales. He captured photographs of love. He wrote songs of great stories. He

had an uncanny ability to portray human experience better than all of those before him. He could

do better than all those before him but he was not satisfied with merely improving what had

already been said. It was his great ideas to come up with someone that no human had imagined

before. If anyone could do it, then it would be him. He was more exceptional than all the

previous greats combined. This was his day. His whole life’s work had come to this point. All of

his ideas and dreams depended on this moment in time. He spent all his time deep in thought,

trying to conceive fresh ideas. He slept for days to try to capture a visionary dream. He absorbed

himself in daydreams. He traveled the world searching for inspiration. He searched all human

thought and potential. He experimented with drugs but the effects paled in comparison to the

intent musings of his meditations. The world awaited for his epiphany of human existence and

yet nothing came to him. He could not create an idea that was more original than the world. He,

as a human, could not think outside of the box. Despite all his attempts to create new things he

failed. He tried to think of things which could not even be called new worlds or even things

because they were supposed to be so far removed from any notion of this present world and yet

his mind was blocked. What could he envision other than life? What could he imagine other than

the elements? Even his most outlandish science fiction borrowed from these invincible ideas.

What could he conjure besides worlds? What could he create of an existence without emotions,

thoughts, and human nature? What could he do to create an idea that took away all humans, all

life, facts, and all the elements? What would he come up with then? What if God in His infinite

wisdom had not created the universe? What if He had created something else? What would that

be? Could it be better? He in his finite mind could not fathom such thoughts. His quest was a

failure. But rather than despairing in the futility of his search, he was impressed with a sense of

the overwhelming awesomeness of God. He recognized God as the sole Creator and His infinite

Maker. He was awe-inspired by the omniscience and omnipotence of God, how God created

with such unimaginable magnitude and unfathomable wisdom. Consider the incredibly small

size of the constituent forms of matter in the world. Think on a single molecule of H2O and then

try to comprehend the ocean. It was dumbfounding to him. He had never even thought this way

before in all of his life. There was such extraordinary balance of all things in creation. Where

ever one stands and looks around there is a beauty in this knowledge. One standing on a

mountain overlooking the ocean sees a drop of water next to a small bug on a leaf. The

complexity of all the atoms whirling around in that tiny drop of water was mindboggling to him.

And then to grow in size to the complexity of that one variety of bug, to the leaf on which they

rested, to the twig on which it was attached, to the tree with all of the incredible processes that

gave if life, to the puddle of raindrops which nourished it, was amazing. Then to consider how

many other trees and bugs and drops of water there were in the ocean was crazy. Next to think

that this was a miniscule portion of the earth with a fraction of its diverse creations was sobering.

And finally to think about a universe that stretched on farther than the mind could imagine, past

the unthinkable concept of the infinity of time. He reached a point at the zenith of this thought

where he realized that there was a God, who was greater than all of that, a God who is so great

that he could not comprehend His infinite power and greatness, again like the quandary of

timeless time. This humility and fear drove him to His Creator. He could not even begin to

understand the redemptive essence of the world. The infiniteness of God and all His attributes

surpassed his wildest dreams and he was left with wonder. How could he understand this world?

How could he understand salvation? How could he comprehend God’s connection to man? It

was foolishness to his robust imagination and human reasoning. But this was enough to bring

him into one with his Creator and open his eyes to the wisdom of God. Creation alone stands as a

witness to the existence of Deity. And since there is a God, man should be impelled to worship

and glorify Him. Since such an infinite God created man in His image as an unthinkable blessing

upon him, it is man’s duty to glorify God through a recreation of his fallen image of God.