For hundreds of years the expanse above us, and what lies
beyond, has captured human imaginations. We dreamed of flying, soaring through
the clouds with the birds. Then we mastered flight, and the sense of wonder
extended to the depths of space. A realm of nearly endless possibility to the
humans mind that creates awe and inspiration in us. As far back as Babylon, we
have account of humans trying to reach the sky. Now that we have, we’ve set our
minds on the vastness of space.
Science fiction has grown from this dream. A dream to
explore the unknown. A dream of abilities and things that are impossible in our
reality. It’s much like a blank canvas for the imagination. Using what facts we
have, a writer tries to conjure the possibilities of the future and different
settings, or what things would be like on a different world without the same
laws of nature.
God is the original
artist. He imagined our world, every intricate detail, and called it into
existence. You don’t have to spend much time looking at our world to see its
beautiful and elaborate features. Our Father then bestowed upon us a similar
version of this ability. We can imagine and craft things with our own, a
God-given talents.
That is what I love about sci-fi. It’s an expression of
curiosity spurred by the wonder of God’s and man’s creativity. I love to
imagine life on other worlds. The differences, the similarities. The good and
the bad. And I think this stems from a hunger for the beauty of the redeemed
creation. The perfect rightness that we lost in Eden. Science fiction stories
show us that despite new environments and advances made by men, problems and
evil are still there.
What we were meant for no longer exists in this world. In
the depths of each of our beings, we’re not satisfied. We know there’s
something better, we know we’re meant for more than this world. So we turn to
other, fictional worlds to try and fill that hunger. But, in the future, when
our LORD returns the wonder, awe and power will be amplified, while the evil
and pain are washed away. That’s why I write science fiction. It’s a glimpse of
the endless possibilities of eternity and a reminder of the fallen state of
man.
“The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1
By God's mercy and grace,
Ericka
