when we look

When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
  the moon and the stars you set in place—
what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
  human beings that you should care for them?

Yet you made them only a little lower than God
  and crowned them with glory and honor.

You gave them charge of everything you made,
  putting all things under their authority—
the flocks and the herds
  and all the wild animals,

 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea,
  and everything that swims the ocean currents.

O Lord , our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!

                                                             Psalm 8:3-9


It’s all around us—this greatness, this majesty of God. Everywhere we turn he is there displaying himself in awesome, overwhelming glory. And when we look we can see him.


When we look.


It is a looking that happens with eyes for sure, but it is so much more than that. It is a looking of the soul. A looking that is open to the God of the Universe and cries out in desire to see him, to seek him, to be known by him. When we look with this kind of openness we can see him in all his crushing glory; for ours is a God who wants to be seen.


For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. Romans 1:20


We can clearly see the invisible. Yes, this is a seeing that involves more than just the eyes. It is a heart seeing and a soul seeing. It is a seeing that recognizes not simply that something—or dare we say it—Someone much more magnificent than ourselves has created, has fashioned, has controlled this place we dwell in. But it is also a seeing that recognizes his glory and then is overwhelmed with the sense of our own state. A seeing that rumbles deep within our soulbones and cries out, what am I that you even care? Why would you be mindful of us in all our smallness and ungloried ways?


To look and truly see the work of God’s fingers is to be struck by the elevated place and prominence we’ve been given. Not struck with pride or entitlement—that comes when we are looking with souls still blind. But to be struck by the undeserved state of our prominent place in all creation. To be befuddled by God’s grace and goodness. To find ourselves headspun by God’s strange, deep interest in us. Shouldn’t we be little more than a disappointment? And yet he loves wild and reckless and unashamed.


Perhaps this is why the prophets of Old feared seeing God in all his glory. To see such purity of love and majestic glory, to be confronted with such a God who commands all and knows nothing of words like “too hard” or “impossible.” To see this same God throw all his power and all his glory into loving us with such shameless bravado towards the shackles of death—to see such love and glory directly—who could take such a sight?! Surely it would render us lifeless. How could one give any attention to blood pumping or lungs breathing in the face of such wonder?


And so, until God makes all things new, until he restores our souls to complete wholeness, he shows himself through what he has done. For ours is a God who wants to be seen. If we are looking with soul eyes we will see; and even then the glory we glimpse can seem too much. It can drive us to bewilderment over why a God so magnificent would consider us, let alone love us. And yet he does. Praise our Father, he does.


O Lord , our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth. May we look with eyes of soul and eyes of heart and may we see you.



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