ordinary beautiful

When the oppressive summer sun gives place to cool evening breezes….

When the unspeakable beauty of the waxing moon disappears, and give place to a darkness against which the stars can shine more brightly….

When mild evening sweeps over the lea…

When you sit on the picnic table and sip Earl Grey and and try to take in the vast glory and majesty of our home galaxy, which we so take for granted…

When you see these things, and remember that they are measured in the palm of One’s hand….

And you wonder how long, how much planning, how much careful thought and design it took to put the stars in  there places, and calibrate where each one had to be so the the forces of nature would balance properly, and which ones would burn out, and where the nebula would be placed, so that we would have a sky to gaze upon and see the beauty of our heavenly neighbours, than be amazed at the mist-like patches where the stars could not be numbered…

And then to remember, that all of was spoken into existence. That there was such an enormous fountain of loveliness, Wisdom, Truth, Power, Love, and Majesty to be found in the Creator, that of the overflow of just His voice all these things have their wonder…

Then to remember, that the same authoritative Voice that spoke all these things into being, is the exact same Voice that called a Lazerous from the grave when you were rescued…

And the exact same Voice you beg to speak to your soul every single morning and evening, and then you doubt His ability to give you power in the war against flesh…

What fools must we be to not have faith in the Authoritative Voice that spoke creation into existence, that He has not the power to change us, to speak the incredible beauty of His Word into our hearts. When you look at His stars again tonight, be reminded of the Voice that speaks: and be reminded that in the midst of this vast Creation, the ultimate expression of the Godhead is the Word which became flesh, and dwelt among us. When we look at the stars, they should be a mirror in which we may behold His glory, the Glory of the only begotten of the Father.

  1. #1 by Jordan on September 6, 2010 - 6:19 am

    What a comfort to Christians this must be, that God is Most Powerful. But how terrifying to the lost!

  2. #2 by Emily on September 6, 2010 - 12:54 pm

    Great post! BTW, ‘adoption paper’? Are we talking horizontal or vertical? I’m guessing vertical–tan I wead it?

  3. #3 by Virginia on September 6, 2010 - 5:16 pm

    Thanks for sharing another small glimpse of the glory of our risen Lord.

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