The Carpenter Who Crafted the Cross Before He Carried It

John 1 Explained

Long after the crowds had thinned and the other apostles had laid down their pens, an old man sat by the embers of memory and decided the world needed to hear the whole story.

He began his gospel not with a stable or a star, but with a hush that stretches back beyond the birth of time.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

Before light split the darkness, before mountains muscled up from the sea, before a baby’s cry ever pierced a night — the Word was.

Not a syllable whispered into being.
Not an idea searching for voice.
But the living, breathing self-expression of God, eternal as the Father, distinct yet indivisible.

The Word was the heartbeat of heaven.
And all things pulsed into life at His command.

Every golden field of wheat, every star stitched into velvet skies, every hand that ever reached for another — all of it, lit and spun into existence by the Word.

And not just the beauty.
The mind that wonders at beauty.
The heart that trembles at truth.