Maybe I could have been a photographer . . . if I had had some training and equipment and patience, that is.
I went on a quick ride this evening. As I was starting out, I caught this in my field of vision, so I went to a high spot and took a quick phonecam shot. Depending on your screen resolution and your ability to see beyond the photographer’s limitations, you might have to use some imagination here. Look between the lowest two power lines. Believe me: it was impressive in real life.
Ignore the lines and the soccer goals. It’s not the budding trees or the meadow or the typically nice western sky at this time of evening that struck me. The fiery, floating clouds at the top are nice, but, specifically, I was awed by the sharp line that reveals some mostly hidden but seriously potent light behind a wall of clouds.
Often that’s the way God seems to me.
The glorious Psalm 19 records a burst out of David’s soul: “The heavens declare the glory of God. . . .” Or, as Eugene Peterson has it,
1-2 God’s glory is on tour in the skies,
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Yet the exhibited glory is not always visible or even satisfying.
“Who of us can dwell with the consuming fire!” asked the prophet Isaiah. Is it possible that we should be grateful for God’s hiddenness, rather than disappointed?
Philip Yancey, Disappointment with God, © 1988, p. 75
– B. Casey, 4/5/17