Revelation

Bless the Lord, O my soul!

Oh Lord my God, you are very great!

You are clothed with splendor and majesty,

covering yourself with light as with a garment,

stretching out the heavens like a tent.

He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters;

he makes the clouds his chariot; he rides on the wings of the wind;

he makes his messengers winds, his ministers a flaming fire.

(Psalm 104)

And it goes on and on, detailing the God who has revealed Himself to us in creation and in His Word. How blessed we are to have access to this revelation, that He wants us to know Him!

But how badly do we want to know our God and Savior? Wouldn't we mostly like to be content with "making mud pies in a slum because we cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea", in C. S. Lewis' words? We can't imagine what is meant. We simply must try to imagine what God meant when He revealed His glory to us, and enabled us through His Son to see it. Try to imagine entering heaven having wasted so much time playing with our mud pies when we could have been bathing at the sea with the Lord.

From your lofty abode you water the mountains;

the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.

The question is: are we satisfied in Him? Or are we always looking for the next fun/good/pretty/entertaining thing to come along? Personally, I am afraid to answer that, after spending a good portion of an hour playing computer games today.

Let us look long and hard at the created world, the world that God spoke into being, the world that is there to reveal His greatness and glory and love for us. And let us be satisfied.