I would like to share with everyone, something I read by Max Lucado, about the Author of my life, your life, every life. The Author of my life, who met me in the midst of my deepest struggles and who whispered in more ways than one into my ears: YOU ARE MY CHILD.

Seated at the great desk, the Author opens the large book. It has no words because no words exist. No words exist because no words are needed. There are no ears to hear them, no eyes to read them. The Author is alone. He takes his pen and begins to write three words. On these three words, the story will suspend.

TIME- Time did not exist until He wrote it. His story would be encased in time though He himself is Timeless. The story would have a first rising of the sun. A begining and an end.

ADAM- As he writes, he sees the first Adam. Then he sees all the others. Each Adam. Each child. Instantly loved. Permanently loved. To each he assigns a time, a place. No accidents. No coincidents. Just design. To these unborn he makes a promise: In my image, I will make you. You will be like me. You will laugh. You will create. You will never die. And you will write. They must write. For each life is a book not to be read but rather, a story to be written. The author starts each life story, but each will write his or her ending. What a dangerous liberty. It would have bee safer for him to finish the story for each Adam. It would have been safer but it would not have been love. Love is only love if chosen.

So the Author decides to give each child a pen. "Write carefully," he whispers. Then he writes the third most painful word........

EMMANUEL- The Author would enter his own story. The Word would become flesh. He too would be born. He too would be human. He too would be have hands and feet. He too would have trials and tears. Most improtantly, he too would have a choice.Emmanuel would stand at the crossroads of life and death and MAKE A CHOICE. The Author knows the weight of that decision. He pauses as he writes the page of his own pain. He could stop. Even the Author has a choice. But how can a Creator not create? How can a writer not write? How can Love not love? So he chooses life, though it means death with hope that his children would do the same.

And so the Author of Life completes the story. He drives the spike in the flesh and rolls the stone over the grave. Knowing the choice He will make, knowing the choice all Adams will make, he pens, "THE END" then closes the book and proclaims the begining.

"LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

Adapted from Max Lucado's "A Gentle Thunder-Hearing God through the storm".