My spirit is as infinite as the God who made me.
Arriving late to the morning’s coffee at Cafe Kavavita, Butterfly said, “It seemed to take an eternity to get here.” Settling in with her latte next to Earthworm and Grasshopper, she added, “There was an accident on the bridge blocking both lanes and they had us detoured across the river at Pepper’s Ferry.”
“Eternity must be a pretty short time then,” said Grasshopper.
“That’s not what I meant!” said Butterfly, throwing a stern look at Grasshopper.
“So, what is eternity?” asked Earthworm, “and while we’re at it, what is infinity?”
“Eternity’s such a terrible idea” said Grasshopper. “I mean, after all, where’s it all going to end? I think I’m going to need another cup of Americano before we get very deep into this one,” he said and headed back inside for a refill.
“I’ve never been able to wrap my head around the idea of infinity,” said B. “I’m not sure that it’s humanly possible.”
“Infinity may not be an earthly concept,” said Earthworm, “but we can imagine God as infinite.”
“I think I can handle that,” grinned Grasshopper, returning to his seat, coffee in hand.
“If God is infinite, eternity must live within that divine infinity,” said Earthworm, pontificating. “What else lives within God and his infinity?”
“All the universe,” said Grasshopper. “Hundreds of billions of billions of stars, maybe an infinite number of stars scattered across never-ending space.”
“What of time?” asked Earthworm.
“All of time must exist inside God,” said Grasshopper, “all of history, of what is yet to come.”
“All the past, all the future, and this very moment,” said Butterfly. “Especially this very moment, must be embedded in God’s eternity. Infinite God holds infinite time in his hands.” She paused for a sip of her latte then blurted out, “Wait, wait, hold it! Now I’ve got it,” and she began to quote, “To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.”
“Good,” said Grasshopper.
“Excellent,” said Earthworm, “but what does that mean?”
“That the smallest moment, the tiniest grain of sand, the silliest thought in my noggin, are all part of eternity, all part of God’s infinity.”
“And what of knowledge?” asked Earthworm.
“Infinite knowledge,” said Grasshopper, “ all residing in my father. No wisdom, no experiences, no ideas are ever lost but stored in God’s eternity.”
“And what of us, we happy band of children?”
“We are the children of God and he is our father,” said Grasshopper. “God is spirit, eternal spirit.”
“God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth,” quoted Butterfly, proud of herself.
“I am made in the image of my father,” said Earthworm. “As spirit I doubt if God has human hands or feet…”
“So I must be spirit as well!” said Butterfly. “I am made of the stuff of God, eternal infinite spirit. My spirit, my individualized bit of God, that part of God known as Butterfly—or Earthworm, or Grasshopper—must partake of the eternal infinity of God. Although my life may seem bounded by a sleep, my spirit never dies.”
“The soul is infinite,” said Earthworm.
“My soul is as infinite as the universe and extends to the farthest reach of my father’s being,” said Grasshopper.
“Kahlil Gibran,” said Butterfly. “I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.”
“We are the children of infinite eternity,” said Grasshopper.
“I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High,” said Earthworm, it being his turn to quote.