For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind, and declares to man what is his thought, who makes the morning darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth — the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!
He who made the Pleiades and Orion, and turns deep darkness into the morning and darkens the day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out on the surface of the earth, the Lord is his name.
It is strange to live in a digital age. We are planning on staying at a cabin just across the continental divide in Colorado. So I decided to make a short "fly-by" going up to the cabin using Google Earth. It was kind of cool.
I took a family picture the other day by compositing 4 pictures into one. Very very few people will be able to tell the difference. That was kind of cool.
It is also very sad.
Playing around with software isn't the same as walking on a mountain or touching a hundred year old tree. We have so many ways today to play like man is important. We can manipulate and change things to our desires. Yet if you get stuck on a mountain during a lightening storm you quickly realize just how minor of a player you are in creation. When you place your hand one a 250 year old oak you realize how young you are.
And yet Christ suffered and died for your salvation.
After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!” And all the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures, and they fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying, “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen.”
... when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night.
I find that after I wake up from a nightmare it is a good time to think about God. I sit quietly and listen to my wife breathe. And then get up and listen to the kids. Maybe poke them a bit if they are too quiet and I really need to make sure everyone is OK.
My heart is still racing and I can't get the images out of my head.
It is a good time to think about God and his creation. About the blessings of our lives and all that He has done for us.
Where is nothing more humbling then to really know how small I am among God's deeds. We run to the basement during a tornado and can only hope that it will pass us by. And then a line of storms, longer than the length of the land promised to Israel, passes over us. Many times a year we experience that.
We may imagine ourselves to be in control of our lives. But, it is an illusion that only comes upon us during the times of ease. When hard times come we are reminded of just how awesome God is.
