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.