Series: Miscellaneous Writings

A meditation.

Jesus commanded that we engage and reason in light of creation. We are to look to the lilies of the field, the life of the sparrow, the coming and going of the seasons, and to hear in them Christ's echoed words, made continually new: "Truly, truly, I say to you." Job's rebuke is received because he had not reverently considered and drawn appropriate conclusions from the scattered stars, the foundations of our earth, and the bound up seas. When David, moved by the Spirit, cries out "What ails you, O sea, that you flee? O Jordan, that you turn back? O mountains, that you skip like rams? O hills, like lambs?" he is for himself working out the omnipotent-goodness of a God who shakes earth and splits sea to make a path for His people.

I read such things in His word and find myself compelled to observe how each new day ushers in a new sky, and each night emphasizes the same stars in wondrous new manners. I used to daily walk to classes in the clear blue skies, or the rain, or the wind, or those mornings speckled by cumulus, or layered with cirrus, and know with each new day that the sky was, if it were possible, more gloriously new than it had ever been. In looking up each morning I continually discover that our God is both the unchanging Ancient of Days and the eternally youthful Creator. Our Elohim never tires of creating. The only Being with an excuse for ignoring the sky (having seen it so many times) is the very One sustaining and recreating it each morning. Though man can hardly remember the celestial canopy from just the day prior, still our God makes it again that we may look to the rising of the sun and its setting the same, knowing that it is meant for us. How can a man wake to a new day and not know that God's mercies are new as well?

Think of each star placed in that sky, a galaxy incomprehensively vast. Creation was not tossed into existence simply to fill emptiness but that we may marvel at the hand, and thus the heart, of our Maker. How many late nights after far too much studying I would stumble back to the house and find my heart only filled with wonder while looking up at that moon which He hung for me like a lamp in the darkness. How awesome it was to be surprised again with a shooting star which I never seemed to expect - to be continually amazed at the spontaneity of my unchanging God.

His banner over me was love. What a blessing it is to know this to be true. The starry tapestry convinces me so. I do not see stars above, nor do I see clouds, or clear days, or brilliant rays of light beaming upon this earth. I see my heavenly Father orchestrating all things for my benefit that I may rejoice in Him. It is hard work for a man to look to the heavens, ask where his help comes from, and then turn his eyes back upon the anxieties of this globe and think himself alone. For the Christian believer there is an unshakable assurance to be found in recognizing the fullness of creation as the footstool of His throne and the witness to His love. The God of all eternity, He who calls you child, who orchestrates all the cosmos to ring His praises, will never let you fall. Place your trust in Him, pour out your heart before Him, whose banner over you is love.

Where can I go that my Maker won't be?
You were there, You are here, and You'll always be.

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