God is Galactic

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I’ll never forget the first time I saw the Dawn Wall of El Capitan at Yosemite National Park. It was spectacular, stunning, awe-invoking. Something about the sheer immensity of the granite face reached deep into my soul and brought forth an ocean of emotion, namely admiration, at the magnificence of the great God who set the stone in its place and who commanded it to stand there for His glory. I felt my own sense of significance dwindle in the face of such unabashed grandeur. And yet, in that smallness, I felt seen and intimately known. This God who carved the canyons and who ran the glaciers in such a way that El Capitan would one day stand guard as His sentinel for His glory and praise, this is the same God who knew my name and heard my prayers and impressed His affection and attention on my heart. He is the God of the titanic and the tiny, the stunning and the specific. This God knows my name. He knows my story. He’s walked with me and I with Him. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? 

As I stood there, at the base of the Dawn Wall, the tallest granite rock in the world, I felt as if I could relate with David and his dumbfounded awe of God seen in Psalm 8. It may not be Yosemite for you, but I encourage you, find someplace or something that reminds you how big God is.