The Weight of Glory

I've always had a love for stars. Everytime I step outside of my door after sunset, my first reaction is to look toward the sky to see if my faithful friends will make an appearence. I love the idea of the black oblivion of night being broken by a the glow of stars. There is something...heavenly about it.

Tonight I stepped outside and, as always, looked to see if any stars were out. Not only was the sky completely empty of stars, the whole sky was covered in the thick shell of clouds. The street lights of my small town illuminated the underside of clouds giving the whole sky a dull pink glow. It was strangly beautiful.

I started thinking about how stars have always given me the idea that there is God who is the all-powerful creator of heaven and of earth. But tonight, when my beloved stars were hidden from my view, it gave me another thought about my Lord. The clouds hid my stars from me, and my humanity hides my God from me. And, I think this is for my own good. I can't imagine what it would be like to see all of God, to know him so fully and completely that I understood the mind of God. How completely and utterly terrifying would that be? The very thought gives me chills. To know the mind of God.

Sometimes, I become to wrapped up in the idea of Jesus being my friend. Being my buddy who I can talk to about anything. I sometimes forget that he is the all-powerful creator. The God who could crush me in an instant.

The weight of his glory is so heavy that I need the clouds of my humanity to cover me, but that doesn't mean I won't see his glow.