My Epiphany from Last Night

The language of numbers was most likely given to us before Hebrew, or any other language for that matter. Scholars strive to learn Hebrew to better know their God in the language He first revealed Himself. Yet through creation, He first revealed Himself through the language of math, not Hebrew, with it's rules like any language, to communicate physical and ephemeral realities. So-to-speak, the rocks and stones are actually crying out now in this very moment (Luke 19:40; Hab 2:11), but we don't speak the language. However, God is quite fluent. So why not turn water to wine? Why not heal the sick and raise the dead? Why shouldn't the winds and waves obey Him? We will never and probably should never gain total fluency in this language--for the power too great, and our grasps too small. But to refuse ourselves the intrigue of such a language is to deny a form of communication unlike any other. In turn we lose our sense of place and give rise to potential pride, an assumptious pride that says we don't need to know math too deeply, for it's not needed in Christian Bible study topics or what-have-you until discussion of making biblically frugal budgets or learning time management. All that other math is a science for someone else. Is it perhaps prideful to think we can really communicate with God on deeper and meatier levels if we're continuously choosing to deny the biggest and most blatant form of communication He has afforded us through the natural world and then also through predecessors who have done much of the dirty work in uncovering the rules to the language? Not to say we're all made to be mathematicians, but wait, that's not right. Because if we're being honest that's actually exactly what we've all been made for. We may have different focuses and goals assigned to us, but just as "politics should be the part-time pastime of every citizen", math, science, and reflectively the arts--in any medium, should be the part-time pastime of every Christian and scholar wanting to know God more.

Languages are intellectual candies.

~ Emperor Charles V is reputed to have said, "I would like to address God in Spanish, women in Italian, men in French, and my horse in German."
And I do think I must agree aside from a slight correction....Men get Old English. Yes, Chaucer for the men. Or should it be a deep, rich Scottish dialect? Hmmm, so much beauty in culture. And with that said, I wouldn't find a classic, sweet southerner accent out of order for women.
And the Spanish spoken to God would be of a Peruvian dialect--clear and smooth. Then in the quiet moments, I would need sign language...unto dance.
I do believe that I would like to dream in a rich dialect of the Kenya region. I don't think could pick only one. They would have to identify individually with each genre of dreams that swarm my mind day and night.
If I had a cat, French may come into play. Dogs would need an active and bright accent, like that of Australia.
My dearest friends and family might be best placed in the realm of a Cambridge, England accent--endearing, thoughtful, intelligent.
Aquaintances would converse in Dutch. Then strangers would require Russian.
My personal writings might vary from Quechua to the Spanish of the Gitanos, while my public work would be the Spainish of formal Spain.
Languages are intellectual candies (I think something like that statement was said by Chalmers--but I'm likely to be way off there). There is much more here to this rant, but I know yet too little. I do so love the notion of languages though.