"In the beginning, God..."

God’s grace is good. All things should begin with God. So here, at the very beginning of this project, I begin not with myself, not with opinion, not even with inspiration, but with God.

What do we mean when we say God?

These aren’t soft words, floating in the mist of feeling or modern thought. They are older than language. Older than time. These words point beyond us. They point to Truth Himself.

“In the beginning, God…” (Genesis 1:1)

Before time ticked its first second, He was. Philosophers call Him the Unmoved Mover. Physicists speak of singularities and a designer. Christians call Him Father. But even that is not enough, because it puts the uncontainable in a cage of words. And God is not tame. He is not safe, but He is good and full of grace.

Have you ever met someone famous and only later realized who they were? That strange moment of awe in hindsight as you think, “I was in the presence of someone great, and I didn’t even know it.”

God is like this. He slips into our lives not with fanfare, but with quiet power. A word from a conversation growing like a seed. A tear at the right time to open the heart. A sunrise that stops you in your tracks. A child’s laugh that echoes in your mind. A sudden ache in the heart that says, “Something more.”

And yet, we often miss Him. I missed Him for years. Obstinate. Distracted. Addicted to my own questions and impressed with my own answers. I wanted wisdom, but not Truth. I sought meaning, but not God.

Why? Because meeting God changes everything. You don’t meet fire and stay the same. You don’t come into the presence of the Holy and walk away unburnt.

But if you seek, truly seek, you will find. Not a fairytale. Not a feeling. But a presence. A person. The uncreated Creator. And then you realize: God is not merely “up there.” He is here. Now. Acting. Speaking. Pouring out grace into a world that hardly notices. But this world is not without witness. The saints knew Him. The Scriptures reveal Him. The Church sings of Him.

And He is calling you. Even now.

This project, this path, it’s not mine. I’m just someone who was awakened. Someone who is trying to see. Someone who fumbled through the dark until light cracked through the curtain. You are not alone. You were not made for aimlessness. You were not born to drift. Start with God. You don’t need all the answers. You don’t need to clean yourself up first. You just need to ask:

“Where is the Kingdom of God?” Let’s walk that path together. Awake, O Sleeper.