They are called the Pillars of Creation, these
spectacular gas formations so far away that by the time their light reaches
us, they are thousands of years older. (Or maybe not even there at all.)
Pictures from
the Herschel Space Observatory must drive the most obstinate atheist
crazy with wonder.
One of the pillars is
reportedly four light years tall. How tall is that? Try this from the NASA
Glenn Learning site:
"The light-year is a measure of distance,
not time. It is the total distance that a beam of light, moving in a straight
line, travels in one year. To obtain an idea of the size of a light-year, take
the circumference of the earth (24,900 miles), lay it out in a straight line,
multiply the length of the line by 7.5 (the corresponding distance is one
light-second), then place 31.6 million similar lines end to end. The resulting
distance is almost 6 trillion (6,000,000,000,000) miles!"--That's
one light year!
The other night as my husband and I watched a
show on these and other breath-taking marvels—like the planet, Wasp 12b, whose
clouds are filled with corundum, the stuff of sapphires (imagine a world where
it rains sapphires!)—I wondered why God
would create such magnificent, word-defying, incomprehensible beauty that no
one gets to see.
Well, he certainly does, and maybe once he let
his God-creativity loose, he just couldn't help but make mind-boggling beauty.
And maybe, we will get
to see it all one day. I have to confess that I've taken biblical references to
"foundations of sapphires, and "streets of gold" rather
metaphorically, but I'm beginning to realize that if the Hubble
telescope's sojourn through space is giving us
such God-awe-inspiring glimpses of majesty, how unimaginable, how
incomprehensible is the beauty of his presence and place that he tells us our
eyes have not seen, ears have not heard and minds can not imagine!
But lest I stay worshiping him out in the marvels of
the universe, this same Creator, transcends light-year time travel and meets me
in my early morning devotion with one of my favorite reminders of how much he
cares about even one:
John 20
Mary gets up early and goes in the dark—by
herself—to the tomb where Jesus was. What did she expect to see? Probably not
an empty tomb. After she runs to get the other disciples and they discover the
cloths lying there sans body, they go home. But Mary waits, and when she looks
in the tomb, she sees angels. And then, a man, who when he speaks her name,
"Mary," she recognizes as Jesus.
A few minutes earlier she had run to tell Peter that Jesus was taken away, gone. Now she runs to tell him, "I have seen
the Lord." What a difference a moment makes.
Why Mary? Why did she see angels and Jesus but
Peter and John didn't?
I don't
know, but it touches me deep. And I pause to marvel that the One who made those
stunning Pillars of Creation didn't hide himself out there, unseen, unknown,
but met a young woman outside the cave that was supposed to trap him, and
called her by name. Just as he calls me by mine—and you by yours.
How marvelous is that.
Blessings
abundant, friends. Thank you for stopping by. I pray this year, this April, he
will meet you at that place where you are hoping to find him, where you are
seeking comfort in knowing that he is indeed not gone, but very present with
you.
Marcia
