A little girl was on the way home from church when she turned to her mother and said, “Mommy, the preacher’s sermon this morning confused me.” The mother said, “Oh! Why is that?” The girl replied, “Well, he said that God is bigger than we are. Is that true?” “Yes, that’s true,” the mother replied. “He also said that God lives within us. Is that true, too?” Again the mother replied, “Yes.” “Well,” said the girl. “If God is bigger than us and he lives in us, wouldn’t he show through?”
God wants to show through our lives so we can cast his light on the dark world. That is an important role that we play. Do you thank God for the role he has given you to play?
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Because of God’s heaven, we should be thankful that God is preparing a special place for us. Life is more than the here and now. Life has a future focus, and for believers, an eternal home. Heaven is a prepared place for those who chose to call God their Father.
We have Jesus’ word on that. He told his disciples not to worry about death, not to worry about their heavenly residence, and then gave them a reason, “In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you” (John 14:2 NIV). It is more beautiful than we could ever imagine. We couldn’t begin to put it into words. When asked, “What is heaven like?” R. G. Lee replied, “Heaven is the most beautiful place the mind of God could conceive and the hand of God could create.”
Sometimes it is good to thank God in advance for our heavenly home.
Because of God’s fingers, we should be thankful for the creation that we enjoy. Sometimes we get so busy, so complacent, and so selfish, that we forget to see the beauty of God’s creation as a gift to us. That why, in my opinion, we should visit from time to time the mountains and the ocean. Those places remind us of God’s creation and the overwhelming beauty that are ours because of the work of his fingers.
Oftentimes I’m afraid we overlook the simple gift of creation and fail to thank God for the beauty around us.
Bob Edens was blind. He couldn’t see a thing. His world was a black hall of sounds and smells. He felt his way through five decades of darkness. And then, he could see. A skilled surgeon performed a complicated operation and, for the first time, Bob Edens had sight. He found it overwhelming.
“I never would have dreamed that yellow is so . . . yellow,” he exclaimed. “I don’t have the words. I am amazed by yellow. But red is my favorite color. I just can’t believe red. I can see the shape of the moon — and I like nothing better than seeing a jet plane flying across the sky leaving a vapor trail. And of course, sunrises and sunsets. And at night I look at the stars in the sky and the flashing light. You could never know how wonderful everything is.”