Before the first atom spun,
before galaxies lit up the dark,
before Mars was a dream for rocket-men,
before “before” had meaning—
God was there.
The Word was there.
Life before life,
joy before joy,
love before love.
The Father with the Son,
the Son with the Father.
And the Holy Spirit carrying their love,
making the Son known
to the delight of the Father.
The Divine Dance—
bound together in perichoresis—
a choreography of giving,
a dance of delight,
a flow of life without end.
Each Person centering on the others,
delighting, deferring,
never demanding that the others
revolve around them.
This is the life behind all life.
This is God’s joy.
Love creates.
A seed becomes a tree,
a child becomes a people.
“Let there be,”
and there was.
The Painter
picked up his brush.
He painted galaxies and oceans,
villages with trees and laughter,
and finally—
you,
me.
But the colours cracked.
The painting tore.
And into his own work
the Painter stepped—
flesh on bone,
God on earth—
carrying the weight
of every broken brushstroke.
The Word became flesh,
and lived among us.
Not a messenger,
not an idea—
God himself,
breathing our air,
touching our wounds.
Many turned away.
But still, the dance would not stop.
The Son chose the cross,
the cry into silence,
the tearing-apart
of a love never before divided.
For us.
Now the door to the dance
is open.
Father, Son, and Spirit—
moving in perfect joy—
call our names.
Step in.
Move with the flow.
Lose yourself
in their giving.
Find yourself
in their love.
Shall we dance?
Original message by Sean Tan, The Bridge Church Macquarie Park
10 August 2025
The Afterword 
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