On the glorious splendor of Your majesty and on Your wondrous works I will meditate. Psalms 145:5 Amplified

The other evening, I saw a sight that amazed me. Low hanging clouds caught the rays of the setting sun, streaking the whole sky with bands of bright red, clear to the eastern horizon. I’ve never seen a sunset in the east before. Wow.

“The heavens declare the glory of God,” wrote the Psalmist David, “the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” (Psalms 19:1) As a man who spent many a night under the wide clear skies of his desert home, David saw that glory a lot.

We do, too.

In the wonder and beauty of high spring in the mountains, God’s glory shines everywhere around us. The grass so lush and green it glows. The riotous color of the flowers and the blooming trees. Baby animals romping in innocent glee. Rivers swollen with life.

All creation shouts God’s praise.

That’s why I love the new song “So Will I” by Hillsong United. Don’t just listen to it, good as that is, but try to watch the video version available on Youtube. For, as the song plays, you see God’s glory unfold: the Hubble pictures of the universe, the night sky full of stars, northern lights, the ocean breaking on a beach, snow-capped mountains, rock formations of the southwest, flocks of birds in flight, whales leaping, animals of Africa, hummingbirds, schools of tropical fish like jewels in the sea.

I’ve been blessed to see all these wonders, but to watch them, one after another, like that, lifts my heart to worship…not the creation, but its magnificent Creator. As the song puts it, “The sum of all our praises still falls shy.”

But there’s more.

“On a hill You created/The light of the world/Abandoned in darkness to die.”

Jesus. The Son of this same God who created 100 billion galaxies by His word came to our little speck of a planet to suffer and die for us—you and me. To redeem our sin and failures.

And then:

“If You left the grave behind You so will I.”

The words sing the amazing hope, the precious promise of my faith. As Jesus lives forever, so will I. And all this beauty and wonder will be mine again in Eden re-created, the world made new. (Revelation 21:5)

Why? Because of “a work of art called love.” This same magnificent creator-God loves us—you and me. I can’t understand it; I can’t explain it. It’s as deep and mysterious as the universe, itself. All I can do is believe.

And receive.

FATHER GOD: Your creation, Your promise, Your love: I bow in worship. Amen.

First published in Bozeman Daily Chronicle, June 10, 2018