Job 38:4-7—Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell Me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone—while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?
From my room on the third floor we could see Mt. Fuji, a picturesque snow-capped volcano. Fuji, the glory of Japan, is the tallest and most celebrated mountain on a densely populated island. It is the celebrity of postcards. A treasured possession is a walking stick stamped with the mark of stations climbers achieve as they hike to the top. It’s just a huge hill of slippery rock and snow but one would think it a god.
If a mountain can cause such veneration what wonder does the Maker of mountains evoke? I watched an awe-inspiring sun send purplish hues behind the crowing peak of Mt. Fuji as it berthed for another night. And God came to mind. There would be no life without our Father in heaven. We would have no view to admire if we had no breath to breathe. The wonder of life is the wonder of God. He is inspiring. His love goes beyond the description of man’s most lofty words. I stand amazed. I bow in worship to You, O Great and Mighty God!
Inspiration
If you have lost the fervor of delight in God, tell Him so . . . When wonder goes out of natural love, something or someone is to be severely blamed; wonder ought never to go.—Oswald Chambers in
The Pilgrim’s Song Book
