Humbling, right?
What an awesome God
What is Great? From my knowledge, greatness is the 277 mile long and 18 mile wide Grand Canyon. But even that is a crack in the pavement to you. The 29,029 feet of hard, unforgiving mountain we call Everest seems beyond great to my eyes, but even this is an anthill to your heights in the heavens. 326,000,000 cubic miles of water on our planet goes beyond my understanding, and yet to you it’s a drop of rain from your storehouses. What have I to compare to your greatness? And what of your glory? To the most beautiful landscapes of Greece to the small colors of the butterfly’s wings, who can measure up to the mind of my creator? Not only is your glory in the details of creation, it’s known throughout eternity as Holy and Just.
What God can command water to worship, rocks to release provisions, stars to give warmth, wind to cool skin, and have angels mesmerized by your grace over mankind. Everything created stops and stares at your holiness. There is no language or measurement that can give proper explanation to the depth and breath of your glory. You’re famous in every heart, visible by the work of your hands, present in every moment, and you didn’t withdraw backstage to gloat—you came down front and used your fame and power to show humans who owns the grave. You’re famous in our eyes.
To move the heaviest stone from the pyramids of Egypt is but a particle of dust blown around by the breath of your nostrils. The man-made bombs that level entire cities are 1/1,000,000 of the power coming from the snap of your fingers. Thirteen septillion, one hundred seventy sextillion pounds of earth is hanging on nothing, being shifted around in orbit as though a stress ball in the palm of your hand. Power and might can’t really be understood with our thinking. We think weight, strength, torque, impact, and force—you explode supernova’s 5x the size of our sun by just releasing it from your controlling hand. It’s a foolish thing to even compare atomic weapons to the hand of God. If all the armies of every nation came together, gathered every weapon, and advanced into the throne room of God, they wouldn’t even make it to the front door without the Sustainer of life allowing them. The force of all men combined would be like a moth colliding into a window in God’s Holy Place.
Then there is majesty. Oh, wow, what a thing to behold. If no one who has ever lived has come close to being clothed in beauty like the lilies of the field, then what must his majesty be like? What arrogance must a human have to gloat? What death should a man die who stands in God’s courts and boasts of his gold? The flower is made with such beauty and detail that humans can’t even enter their names in this pageant. Majestic is a word we use just to enter the conversation. We conjure up human language in an attempt to speak of divine beauty, and when we taste just a sip of his table wine, we are overcome with thoughts of death. Kings of Earth give us a starting point. Watching their reigns, their riches, their conquests, their fame—they give us a beginning place for language, but even this doesn’t break through the realm God dwells in.
What can man give to this God? What sacrifice is worthy to be placed on his brazen altar?
“For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who has been his counselor?” “Or who has given a gift to him that he might be repaid?” Romans 11:34-35
You have nothing to bring! You have no provision that was not given! Your body and blood were created out of the dust by him and for him, and then repurchased by the blood of Jesus. You have no bread to bring to his table! There is no good deed that would get you into his banquet. No kindness, no love, no sacrifice you could make can get you a conversation with Jehovah—it will simply be by his mercy if you breathe your next breath.
“But who am I, and what is my people, that we should be able thus to offer willingly? For all things come from you, and of your own have we given you.” 1 Chronicles 29:14
Humbling, right? But, what a blessed place to be—a beggar at the gates of God, trying to peek through the door crack of eternity’s gate. And then Jehovah opens the door and calls your name. Humbling, right?