This is how President Reagan concluded his farewell address: “My friends: We did it. We weren’t just marking time. We made a difference. We made the city stronger; we made the city freer; and we left her in good hands. All in all, not bad — not bad at all.”
President Reagan here was making use of the figure of speech known as litotes – understatement, sometimes utilizing irony, sometimes not.
And this leads me to an observation about my God, the King, an observation to keep in mind as you read His Word or simply live before Him: God (I would say as a general rule) understates. In His communication He frequently employs litotes.
Occasionally, very occasionally, you meet someone and after three months discover that he’s fluent in French. Then six months later you’ll happen to call him at work and the secretary will answer ‘Dr. ____________________’s office.’ (Ph.D. – Who knew!) Then five years later you find out that he’s an accomplished violinist; 15 years later you happen upon the fact that he’s a hobbyist furniture maker, but his creations would stand out on the floor of an Ethan Allen showroom.
You get the picture. There is the unusual creature who is content to allow admirable information about himself to be disclosed gradually, if at all. My point in this pastor’s notes is that this quality is God-like.
Take, for instance, the first chapter of the Bible, which is a narrative of the creation. I find in the 16th verse a line that at first reading sounds like a throwaway: “and the stars.”
That, my friends, is litotes! I know that because I have my browser open to a page that includes these two sentences: “How many stars? There are between 10 sextillion and 1 septillion in the Universe. [Then the deadpan:] That’s a large number of stars.”
So if I’m breathing out the writing of Genesis chapter 1, I’m including this sentence: ‘And God, in a staggering, mind-blowing display of strength and awesomeness, simply by a word, brought 1 septillion stars into existence.’ I would include Hubble images into the text. I would highlight the reader’s earth-bound-ness and finiteness in view of the cosmos’ massiveness.
And then I’d move on to the 20000 species of butterflies and force the reader’s attention to the marvel of their complexity, their individuality, their intricate design, the miracle that is metamorphosis, and so on.
I’d rhapsodize on the cell. I’d boast in photosynthesis. I’d revel in the detail and design and bounty of creation…
But God and I are different that way. Here’s (again) how He puts things: “and the stars.”
Need your God to be flamboyant? Won’t pay attention unless the information He sends comes in neon lights? Well then- move on people, nothing to see here.
That is, unless you’re willing, over time, to keep looking at Him and study where He is pointing, to keep hearing His understatements and grapple to take them seriously and fill them out. And then! Then you’ll pass through an ongoing cycle which will regularly include declaiming with God’s servant Job, “Now my eye sees you; therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.”