Outside

Just look at the skies

Have you ever had the chance to sing songs to God outside the walls of a building? To be under the stars, or in the shadow of a mountain. The glory of God on display. Sometimes I think it’s best that way. Even the artists of the Middle Ages who made even the walls of their churches preach the gospel, couldn’t do a better job of pointing us to God.

Psalm 19
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
4 Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.

The fantastic drama we witness each day: the Champion Sun running his race. Or a groom running to his bride. The sun makes its circuit and in doing so proclaims God’s glory. Proclaims! Not a whisper; a declaration.

Look! God is glorious! My brightness is nothing compared to His! My power is small compared to His overwhelming greatness.

And we are left with the question. What will we do? Will we join with the chorus already in the middle of their performance, or will we “humbug” and move on to our “important” lives?