Read Psalm 8
“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him” (v. 3)?”
I’d been driving since early morning. All the way across Ohio and straight through Indiana, I was headed for Chicagoland, on my way to visit a friend from college. It was late May, so the leaves had just recently filled the trees along the turnpike, and somehow I was enamored by them.
I have never been scientifically-minded, so the cellular details of a tree’s d.n.a. have never taken up much (or any) space in my mind. But that particular day found me awe-struck as I pondered the fingers that formed the landscape I traveled.
Some of the trees along the way stood taller than the others, grand and mighty and seemingly indestructible. Others were seedlings, tiny and vulnerable and full of potential. But all of them had something in common. Every single one of those trees I drove by held leaves which came from somewhere within those branches.
It struck me as I drove that the same hand that stretched the geographical distance from Akron, Ohio to Chicago, Illinois and beyond was the very hand that created each cell that made up every leaf on each of those trees.
The mighty hand of God Himself had touched earth with His Word and made life out of nothing. And I was witnessing its results.
I had time, so I let my mind wander deeper into the awe that had me wonderstruck at the majesty of Almighty God. But, truthfully, all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough for me to understand the intricacies of all God has created, all that He’s done, all that He is.
“O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth (v. 1)!”
I made that drive more than 20 years ago, but I remember it like it was just last week. The wonder of God that came as I let myself ponder what I cannot possibly understand led me into a kind of worship that will forever mark my soul.
And this is the grounds for worship — when the majesty of God that formed those mighty trees and somehow knows our deepest parts, leaves us breathlessly awed and proclaiming again,
“O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is you name in all the earth (v. 9)!”