It was one of the rare mornings where I was not otherwise occupied, so I thought I’d better step up to relieve my husband from his least cherished duty this morning. We got another minor snowfall last night, so I wasn’t sure how the driveway or roads would be, but we got our coats on and left the house at sunrise; to my delight, right at the pinnacle of this snowfall’s immaculate beauty.
The snow wasn’t enough to sled or build a snowman, but it was the kind of icy snow that coats the world with crusty white sparkles that catch the light and turn a tree or a road sign into a work of winter art. The sky was a rich winter blue, and the light of sunrise on the horizon was warm and golden, silhouetting the snow-decked branches of the trees, and casting halos of sparkling iridescence around them. Despite the cautious driving, and the lack of caffeine to fuel my cautious driving, I felt the warmth and joy of praise spreading through my body. As I inhabited the moment, I did not sing aloud, but it honestly felt like my soul was singing.
I could try to pen new words for that old feeling, but we already have the beloved words of every church hymnal:
When through the woods and forest glades I wanderAnd hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
A hymn so loved, because so many have shared in the same experience. This amazing universe, this fantastic world, leads humanity to ponder the possibility of a Creator. Many argue that God must certainly exist, for such complexity and beauty can’t have simply evolved on its own. I argue that God must certainly exist, because when I stand in awe of the world around me, it moves my soul to sing. I believe it must be the image of God in me that the sunrise stirred so powerfully. In those moments, God is not just real, but present.
I pray you also are blessed to know such a stunning moment of clarity today.
I often think of the heavens your hands have made, and of the moon and stars you put in place. Then I ask, "Why do you care about us humans? Why are you concerned for us weaklings?" Psalm 8:3-4