Also last night I gather if we could have seen them there was a spectacular display of up to 100 shooting stars an hour in the Perseid meteor shower. It reminded me of one of the best modern worship songs, which we sung a number of times at New Wine last week. It's Beautiful by Phil Wickham. The second verse is quite like a psalm: "I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who You are
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful."
I remember we used to watch them from the top of the field above Lake Windermere at the Pathfinder camp. There was so little light pollution there seemed far more stars in the sky, and the shooting stars would career suddenly across the darkness. Amazing.
I think Phil Wickham is right in his song: he writes about seeing the beauty of God in creation, the vastness of the universe and Jesus' love in the crucifixion, and looks forward to meeting it head on 'where death is just a memory and tears are no more'. A friend of mine isn't quite sure whether he's a believer, but, he said to me today, 'someone (something?) made all this happen'. That's for sure. And it has to be more than a something, doesn't it? Of course it does. It has to be beautiful God Himself.
|from National Geographic|