The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech, night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Psalm 19:1-4, NIV
When you have stood, staring west into a setting sun, caught in marvel at the beauty and majesty of the moment, have you ever found yourself asking, “How can anyone NOT believe in God?” I’ve asked myself that question a hundred times in that setting, and a thousand more when confronted with the delicate flap of a butterfly’s wing, the glory of a snow-capped mountain or the power of rumbling thunder. And the reason I ask it – and presumably why you ask it too – is because the splendor of it seems too great a thing to be conferred upon, and re-created for, us poor mortals on a daily basis.
Think about it for a moment … we step outside, cast a look around us and we are confronted by the perfection of a natural world which seems not only to function perfectly, but basks in a glory which is neither bestowed upon it by us as humans, nor even which it bestows upon itself (as if it could create majesty for itself in its unthinking, reactive way). The sunset which takes place every day is potentially the most mundane thing one could ever encounter. If it happens daily, then why would we be awestruck each time it happens? And yet, we are awestruck. I also wake up and get dressed each day, but neither action brings me awe (though maybe waking each day is an under-appreciated miracle in itself), so why does a sunset bring me to my knees? Is it because it is new each time?
Each day has a new collage of breathtaking colors, a new delicate interplay of sky blue and crystalline cloud breaking up the pastels of scattered and refracted light, a new shimmer of heat or humidity adding a dance of movement in the skies – and it is never the same! Somehow the great God who created it all on the first day recreates it again, daily, in infinite shapes and patterns. He is the director, producer, composer, choreographer and actor of His own great ballet – never running out of ideas or genius. And WE get to witness it. WE do. People who are unworthy to even speak His name with our filthy lips, people who are unworthy to be in His presence with our sinfulness, people who are unworthy to even be known by Him … and yet He stoops down from His throne daily to write His name across the skies in a majesty that pricks OUR hearts and draws US into His compelling greatness.
How awesome is that? Whether in the beat of a butterfly’s wing or beauty of a mountain or powerful peel of thunder, God uses even the everyday to shout out to us that He is! As lightning splits the sky, it declares His dominion. As the wind sighs through the trees, it whispers in the most declarative way possible that “I am that I am” is the true and living God. The daily nature of these reminders shows that He is immortal and imperishable. The consistency of them declares that He is unchanging and unwavering. The power of them insists that He is unmovable and unbound. And the delicate unrelenting extent of them pleads with us to desire Him.
“The heavens declare the glory of God and the skies proclaim the works of His hands.” Indeed.
“Day after day they pour forth speech and night after night they display knowledge.” Help us to see it Lord!
“They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.” Please forgive us when we lack the eyes to see and the heart to desire You enough to appreciate Your glorious and graceful daily gifts.