Mystery for Me

Since all of creation came into existence by God’s words, then everything we see around us must speak of who He is.

Everything from the stars to the hairs in our head to the tiny particle of sand in the shores of the seas, speak of His greatness and creativity. But it makes me wonder why most people who consider themselves experts in various fields of science aren’t really affected the way they really should.

I mean, exploring the outer space, studying more of the human anatomy, or diving into the ocean’s deep is, for the most part, like reading the Bible. I believe that explains those tears in your eyes the first time you saw the sunset in all its glory. Or the urge to kneel down at the foot of the Grand Canyon.

With reading the Bible, you – well – read the book. Then as the Holy Spirit leads you into all truth, you understand what you read and something in you comes alive. So alive.

That’s no different with witnessing nature’s best first hand.

I wonder how many words are spoken in a typical 40 minute preaching. I bet all those words couldn’t even compare to the “thousands of words” spoken by simply standing even near the Niagara Falls.

It gives me goosebumps, of the good kind, like the ones I get listening to the Katinas sing. Or Jason Upton preaches-sings-preaches.

So it boggles my mind how an astronomer who understands the immensity of the universe more than I do, could simply dismiss God out of the picture and credit everything to Big Bang.

The more they know, the lesser they’re awed. How could it be?

It’s one big mystery for me.

It’s one of those questions I have that though, I’d appreciate if I get an answer, I’d rather spread an awareness amongst like minded people and somehow have a burden to pray for key people in these fields of sciences, while at the same time, keeping our hearts in check that it be always soft, and that may we never cease to be amazed.