Let the Nations Be Glad

I used to live in the Foothills of the Rocky Mountains, in Alberta, Canada. Then, just last year, I spent 6 months in the French Alps. Now I’m living in a big bustling city, feeling really far away from the beauty and majesty of nature. I miss the awe-inspiring view of the vast expanse of a mountain, especially after it has been lightly dusted with fresh white snow. The mountains always invoked in me a feeling of smallness, a feeling of the bigness of creation and therefore an acknowledgement of the Creator—God.

Here’s an excerpt from one of the (many) books I am reading now:
“Let The Nations Be Glad” by John Piper Pg 19,20 “Scientists know that light travels at the speed of 5.87 trillion miles a year. They also know that the galaxy of which our solar system is a part is about 100 000 light-years in diameter—about 587 000 trillion miles. It is one of about a million such galaxies in the optical range of our most powerful telescopes. It has been estimated that in our galaxy there are more than 200 billion stars. The sun is one of them, a modest star burning at about 6 000 degrees centigrade on the surface and traveling in an orbit at 135 miles per second, which means it will take about 250 million years to complete a revolution around the galaxy.
Scientists know these things and are awed by them. And they say, “If there is a personal God, as the Christians say, who spoke this universe into being, then there is a certain respect and reverence and wonder and dread that would have to come through when we talk about him and when we worship him.”
We who believe the Bible know this even better than the scientists because we have heard something even more amazing:
“To whom then will you compare me, that I should be like him?”, says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these [stars]? He who brings out their host by number calling them all by name, by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power not one is missing.” Isaiah 40:25-26
Every one of the billions of stars in the universe is there by God’s specific appointment. He knows their number. And most astonishing of all, he knows them by name. They do his bidding as his personal agents. When we feel the weight of this grandeur in the heavens, we have only touched the hem of his garment. “Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of him!” (Job 26:14) That is why we cry, “Be exalted, O God, above the heavens!” (Psalm 57:5). God is the absolute reality that everyone in the universe must come to terms with. Everything depends utterly on his will. All other realities compare to him like a raindrop compares to the ocean or like an anthill compares to Mount Everest.”