A man goes out into the mountains one morning, and climbs up on one of the tallest peaks, and looks out into the valleys and into the beyond, and he says, “Okay, God, show me that you’re …
A man goes out into the mountains one morning, and climbs up on one of the tallest peaks, and looks out into the valleys and into the beyond, and he says, “Okay, God, show me that you’re real! Show me a sign.” And he stands there all day, looking out over the vastness of the creation, at the beauty of nature. The sun rises in the turquoise sky. Wisps of white swirl across the sky’s palette.
At noon the sun warms him directly overhead. The birds sing their songs, the butterflies flit through the meadows, and the bees go from flower to flower collecting pollen. And the man stands there all day waiting for a sign from God, something to prove that He is real.
As the day wears on, the sun begins to slowly lower itself into the west, and the sky turns into a beautiful cascade of colors that ripple over the horizon. And the man stands there waiting for God to show him a sign that He is real.
The sun seems to fall beyond the distant mountains, and the sky darkens, and it is soon filled with millions of stars that partner with the moon to illumine the night sky.
And still the man stands there gazing up at the vastness of the heavens, and waits for a sign from God. He stands there all night long, and listens to the many sounds of creatures in the forest and hills that surround him.
Early the next morning he is still standing there as light begins to break over the horizon to the east. He watches as the sky begins to brighten and a rainbow of colors welcomes the light of the sun as it rises. And he waits for a sign from God.
“God, show me that you are real!” he cries as the sun rises in the east, and another day begins. He stands, and stands, and finally, he gives up, And climbs down from the mountain top, and slowly makes his way home.
All the time grumbling, “I knew God wasn’t real.”
In the beautiful poetry of Psalm 19, we read, “1 The heavens declare the glory of God, and the skies announce what his hands have made.
2 Day after day they tell the story; night after night they tell it again.
3 They have no speech or words; they have no voice to be heard goes out through all the world; their words go everywhere on earth. The sky is like a home for the sun.
5 The sun comes out like a bridegroom from his bedroom. It rejoices like an athlete eager to run a race.
6 The sun rises at one end of the sky and follows its path to the other end.
Nothing hides from its heat And to the man in the above story, and to skeptics everywhere, verse 1 of Psalm 19 says, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the skies announce what his hands have made.”
How a man or woman can look at the beauty of God’s creation, and not believe that there is a God is beyond me. I have seen the golden wheat fields on the prairies of North Dakota gently rippling in the breezes of the northern plains, and I thanked God for allowing me to see His creation.
From a young age I’ve gazed upon the Northern Lights, the Aurora Borealis, and thanked God for His creativity as the beauty of the heavens were on grand display. I remember lying on the grass in my backyard with the night breeze sweeping over me as the colors danced across the sky. I knew that God was behind that grand display.
I remember the first time I saw the Rocky Mountains, and I stood amazed at their grandeur … the high snow-tipped peaks and the low river valleys … the greys and the greens and the browns against the blue of the wide expanse of sky. And I knew that God was behind the formation of it all.
As I drive across the State of Tennessee and see the rolling green hills, with the many rivers cutting through them, I’m reminded that this is all the handiwork of my Creator.
God constantly shows us who He is through nature. All I have to do is look around me to know that God is real.
The Psalmist said, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the skies announce what his hands have made.”