Show Don't Tell: Genesis 1:14-19

Instead of saying "God created the sun, moon, and stars," let them witness the sky catch fire. The light that has existed since day one now concentrates, gathers, compresses into a blazing sphere that claims its throne in the heavens. Feel the first true warmth on your face—not ambient light but directed heat, casting the first shadows. As this greater light slides toward the horizon, watch its lesser partner rise—pale, cool, silver where the other was gold. And then, as darkness deepens, the stars emerge. Not dozens. Not thousands. Billions of pinpricks piercing the velvet black, each one placed with intention. These aren't decorations; they're timekeepers. Farmers will plant by them. Sailors will navigate by them. The sky has become a clock, a map, and a cathedral all at once.