We like to imagine a harmonious universe where all is well. We can go there if we know Christ.

We like to imagine a labyrinth where we can lose ourselves as much as become either a spectator or a participant in all we make believe. We somehow want to, for a time, surrender to the inextricable. We want to make it a reality.

Such can be life in Christ. Such is the kingdom of God.

I like Greek mythology, Irish better still, and perhaps Norse best of all. Perhaps my ancestors, who lived in these European countries, call out to me from past centuries, and somehow we connect; somehow we are extensions of past generations living on in each successive generation.

I can, through Scripture, capture a view of chariots and horses, swordsmen and conquerors. I delight most in what I imagine in the supernatural — what the immortals of the kingdom of God must look like, even what it must be like to be one of them and do what they do, live where they live, even dance before the throne of my Savior.

I like the wonder of the 12th of never… I think of it as the 12th of ever.

Imagination can lead us to intellectual stimulation by joining the wonder and living the delight.

Poetry presents truth and untruth; there is no truth in untruth; there is only truth in truth. Yet, in some marvelous way, both can seem to merge into one fantastic revelation.

Behind myth is a spark of truth — the fantasy of possibility. There is an element of truth behind every myth, and if you watch and think closely, you can see truth each morning, rising above the horizon of thought. Believing in the existence of God’s angels somehow connects me to their world of pleasure and delight.

Believing in Christ connects me to the Kingdom of God, and my soul is joined by my spirit in heavenly delight; an inexplicable existence; a reality of divine magnitude. As I have observed creation and given much thought to its creatures, I have recognized a certain programmed dignity, like poignancy of each created existence.

The Lord illuminates my darkness. He lights my lamp of perception and understanding. He guides me through fields of grace. The Lord sets me upon high places. The Lord’s right hand upholds me; his gentleness makes me humble. Day and night, the created universe sings its silent symphony to the glorious Creator.

Webmaster’s note: My father, C. S. Craig, author of this work and founder of WOTM, now dances with the angels before the throne of the Living God, a place he has longed for all his life. At last he is home. At last he sees the face of his Savior — his heart’s longing fulfilled.