Light...

I look at all the things that God has made, the stars, the oceans, the mountains, along with all living things and see that they are more splendid, more perfect, more beautiful and more lasting than anything man can create or even conceive.

In ancient times we were more aware of the constellations and blooms, waves and horizons and it was easier to believe. Could Joan of Arc have led her army, could she even have thought to, could she have trusted enough, without having a sense of something greater, bigger than herself? Could the Pilgrims have sailed all those weeks without really knowing what they would find, unless they trusted that there was an Omnipotent God who would guide their way?

We have obliterated the stars with our artificial light – but perhaps we’ve blinded ourselves, too. Without the wonder and greatness of the galaxies in our sight, we’ve lost the ability to believe in, or expect, miracles. When you cannot see the glory of God’s creation, how can you wish to glorify the Lord? No longer seeing anything greater than ourselves, we turn inward, we worship our own thoughts, our invention, our desire. Worshiping self is a hollow, cold existence. Without the warmth of God's love, we can never become what He calls us to be.