I’m on an airplane looking out over the desert mountains, flying over an arid environment, one that would be oh so difficult for me to traverse.
Many times I live as if I am the penultimate of creation, yet these untouched places, rarely, if ever navigated by human travel leave me adequately reduced. These are the places that existed before me and these are the very same ones that will exist after.
Before my name was even a breath on my mother’s voice, they were.
I long to be deposited in the very middle of an untouched place and handle the raw materials of something rarely mettled with by human hands. But as quickly as this thought enters my head, I realize that I would be the meddler and somehow these places would lose the sacredness that I so crave.
By nature, we are explorers and want to touch and handle all of creation. Somehow if we can touch it, experiment with it, or manipulate it, we can mark it as our own. But the vast diversity of the created always eludes us, in what we discover, another mysterious door opens. And sometimes, like today, we just desire purity.
Like a cave not-yet explored – sculpted, pristine
Like a newborn baby’s skin – so soft to the touch, no hands have ever probed or prodded
This is creation right on the cusp of its genesis, newly reflecting the intent of the Master Artist.
This is creation untarnished by the elements that slowly, with intensity corrode the living to a place where it can no longer live and breathe and have its being.
We hunger for something made new, where corruptible flesh becomes something incorruptible and heavenly. When spirit overrules flesh and we again emerge untouched by any but God, sitting in the middle of a new heaven and a new earth unmarred by human hands, uncorrupted by the systems of this world and unmatched in its HOLINESS.
Maybe these untouched places in our world prepare us most for heaven. They remind us of the sheer pleasure of living in God’s kingdom and not our own. They remind us to be gentle with what we touch in reverence to God.
Most importantly, untouched places remind us to hunger for heaven, a place untouched by human hands.
We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. Romans 8:22-24