At a group I was part of today we were led in some acts of
worship by one of the members. She
played this video clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBCCP5Lf5DY
and invited us to reflect on the verse from Psalm 19 that says “The heavens
declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”
I love dramatic skies and they do cause my
soul to respond to the mighty works of god’s hand so I was able to respond to
this. I then moved to another room with
a big window and I noticed that the sky was a flat uniform grey. It’s cold here, below freezing and we’re
waiting for more snow, so the sky is covered with thick cloud, there’s no wind
and it’s just a solid mass of grey, with no differentiation.
As I sat reflecting on the Psalm 19 verse, I suddenly realised
that even this sky declares the glory of the Lord. Somehow in this flat, monochrome greyness the
Lord is present. And that’s just as
well, because glorious sunsets are few and far between…most of the time the
skies above where I live are some shade of grey. Spiritual life is like that too; there are
moments of richness and glory, but most days we’re just getting on with getting
on. Things are a bit grey, a bit
uniform, a bit static; not very inspiring at all – but God’s glory is still
being declared by this sky, if I only have eyes to see it.