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Of the Big Bang, Of Sin, No Yin and No Yang: From Preternature Through Nature to Supernature and Beyond

Original sin evaporated God's original balance of a cosmos in motion allowing for the nuclear order of fusion to make way for the order of fission and the violence implied by natural law allowed to take its course outside the preternatural protection of infused grace. But as we wait for the cosmos to experience its final array of catastrophic explosions, stars eating stars, black holes, colliding celestial bodies, implosions and the rebending of space itself, we who are under the protection of the Alpha particle and Omega particle will pass through the storm as spectators watching the fireworks not of destruction, but the brilliance of recreation. Jesus says in the book of Revelation: "Behold, I make all things new."

Because all motion is ontologically good, and the essence of preternature is nature, sin did not take away the beauty of the universe, or its essential goodness. However, sin exposed us as "naked" to the power of the laws of Nature wherein before the sin we were clothed with God's holy vestments of protection called preternatural grace. We will never reacquire preternatural clothing but must recover grace another way. As Moses destroyed the original tablets of the Decalogue after witnessing the great sin at the base of Mt. Sinai, so the fragile bridge of preternature between God's supernatural world, and our created world was forever broken leaving a dark chasm of dispair, hopelessness, confusion, violence, introversity and concupicense.

Nevertheless, God, who always intended us to be clothed in Himself, suffered Himself through His only begotten, born to us as one of us, named Jesus the Christus (the annointed of God). To correct the inversion created by our first sin, (and because we could not cloth ourselves in God's light as yet), in His coming, Jesus clothed Himself with the skin of our human frailty (excepting sin) so that we could be led to a reintegration of our nature into God's. While in so doing, we are divinized, and yet we maintain our creature status. We do not become God, but we can live in the tent of God as his great love provides a place for each of us. The breach between supernature and nature caused by the loss of preternature, is filled by Jesus in his particular choice of showing us that we can accomplish this only through suffering death of the body with a choice having been made to let that death transform us across the breach of sin, evil, hell, eternal damnation brought about by our original sin. Such a breach was caused by the shedding of our preternature by our disobedience.

We can, therefore, by choice, decide to reintegrate with the gracious offering of God's acceptable time, His visitation, His mercy, accepting the storm calming power of Jesus, the grace that will preserve God's own adopted son's and daughters in a world always ordered to a creation by fire and heat but that but for the grace-filled protection of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we will not experience incendiary destruction but new life. Sin did not create a yin and yang universe. All creation is "good." Sin only took away the armor of preternature, leaving us naked. Jesus reclothes us though we must follow His path up the vestment of the Cross to protect our souls from being consumed by the fire of "re-creation". Without the Way of the Cross, our souls like our bodies are subject to the violence (dramatic energy) of coming into the very presence of perfection and purity. Our unprepared souls would be slag in the crucible of life bent to be discarded into the darkness unfit for the Kingdom of God.

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