WHERE BEING BECOMES WORSHIP

WHERE BEING BECOMES WORSHIP

The world divides,

and divides again.

It splits the mountain into stone,

the stone into dust,

the dust into particles,

the particle into invisible probabilities,

until creation itself begins disappearing

inside the machinery of explanation.

Yet still,

the human soul remains unconvinced.

For no scalpel has ever cut open mercy.

No equation has ever fully measured love.

No empire has ever conquered longing.

No machine has ever translated the weight of conscience.

The visible world leans upon invisible pillars.

And humanity—

restless between dust and eternity—

wanders through its own inventions,

surrounded by information,

yet starving for meaning.

But somewhere beyond the noise of reduction,

beyond the cold arithmetic of power,

beyond the endless dividing of existence,

the Eternal Voice still speaks:

“I AM.”

Not as an object among objects,

but as the breath beneath all breathing,

the light beneath all knowing,

the presence holding together

what fragmentation cannot save.

For reality is not finally sustained

by force,

nor profit,

nor measurement,

nor fear.

Creation survives

because mercy still upholds it.

And the deepest truth of existence

is not merely that things are—

but that all being quietly longs

to return

to worship. 

Pastor Steven G. Lee 

St. GMC Corps

May 6, 2026