Starstruck

Starstruck...

How must that feel? To be engulfed in almost helpless adoration and affection?  To lose concepts of self and time in the all consuming realization of Another?

If so, I know the feeling.

Standing lone under the dark vaulted heavens and gazing at the celestial hosts splayed profusely across the skies, breath all grabbed out of me, what could emanate more naturally than whole-hearted worship and adoration for ONE. One, Who alone "doeth great wonders".

Job felt this--this awe for the Great One, this mercy-drenched beauty realization of One who spangles skies and reaches among man-kind to touch brokenness, to hollow out places in the desert for living streams.  Sitting midst potsherds and rags in fevered pain, his heart did not relent in its praise song to the One who could give and take away because He is the Giver. As Job's eyes beheld the mighty Orion with its gleaming bands, he thought on God. And I believe as he thought, his inner eyes were sharpened, focused, to see beyond the shallow layers of who we define God to be to intimate divine intuition of the Creator.

I gazed on Orion, on Cassiopeia, Ursa Major, and the millions of glittering diamonds whose names I never will know. I gazed, and God spoke back His character, His loveliness, His song of love that sings the same as it did to Job thousands of years ago.  Those living words, piercing and bursting into full flame within the chamber of my soul, I testify to.

I testify to Love.


"Great God how infinite art Thou!
How poor and weak are we.
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.

Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made.
Thou are the ever living God
Were all the nations dead."