My very first trip outside the city limits of Laurinburg, NC was to the Morehead Planetarium in Chapel Hill. As a wide-eyed fourth grader, I still remember the beauty of the stars projected on the dome; they looked so real. I was star-struck. Since that day, I’ve only seen the stars look so brilliant twice. Once in Zimbabwe, out beyond the city. The second time was just this weekend, in the mountains of Jefferson, N.C, standing in the backyard with my college roommate and friend for over thirty years, the Rev. Bart Milleson, at his mountain house where light pollution was totally absent.
“The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.” [Psalm 19:1]
Whenever I witness a sky like this, I ask the question of the psalmist: “When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you should be mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?” [Psalm 8:3]
Yet God has created within us the ability to stand outside of ourselves and creation reflectively, and introspectively raising the questions of our place, purpose, and existence. Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going? Destiny and purpose – these make me think of Forest Gump. “I don’t know if momma was right, or if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny or if we are just floating around accidental-like on a breeze. Maybe both are happening at the same time.”
There is something deep within my soul and spirit that tells me none of us are accidental, and we each have a God-given destiny and purpose that makes the journey worthwhile. Our times are in God’s hands. God has the amazing ability of taking all of life – good, bad, and ugly – and weaving a beautiful tapestry of destiny that looks like the tree of life in Revelation 22, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations. Whenever I behold such beauty, wherever it might chose to show up, whether in the face of another human being or in music that moves me to tears, the cry of a newborn baby, or in unselfish sacrifice and God-inspired resiliency found in the human spirit in the face of tragedy, I cry out with all creation, “O Lord, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth.” [Psalm 8:9]
The flowering dogwood outside my office window.
The song of mockingbirds soaring from picket fence.
Fields of purple before being plowed earthen.
Universes undiscovered floating on dusk balls.
Life in hopeless places. Hope against Hope.
By Leonard Fairley
In God’s Majesty,
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A Glimpse of Glory – 10.21.2015
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