“All creation has a language / Words to say what must be said
All day long the heavens whisper, / signing words in scarlet red”
—Michael W. Smith “A Christmas Anthem”
This morning, I sat on a jetty at the Galveston Seawall, and watched the sunrise. But… I did not see the sun.
An early morning front had brought clouds and a smattering of rain while I slept in the hotel, and at 0600, a row of clouds scuttered on the horizon, like shieldmaidens protecting the king as he arose for the day, and they dutifully hid him from the voyeuristic eyes of me and the handful of other observers.
And yet, I knew He was there. I **knew** it.
It is not just a matter of blind faith… even in this small vignette of the natural world, signs were given. The brilliant blaze of orange on the underside of a higher cloud… the rapidly improving visibility of the morning hinting at a power and luminescence that mere clouds could not contain.
The Sun was there. It was patently obvious, even without direct visual confirmation.
In much the same way, the Son is there. Sitting at the right hand of His Father. And on a surprisingly pleasant July morning on the Texas coast, God declared that this universe—that he created for us—despite the way said creation groans under the weight of The Fall…. this incredible world would continue for yet another dawn.
He is there! I just know it. The signs are there for those who are open to see.
What a blessed assurance a cloudy sunrise can be.
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