The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
In the darkness, while most normal people slept, we woke the family and went on an adventure. With coats thrown over our jammies, and blankets tucked around our knees, we drove out the grid-road until the lights of Caronport were far behind us.
There, at the crossroads of a dirt road and yet another dirt road, we parked the car, pulled out our lawn chairs, and sat out under the heavens.
We watched as the Perseid Shower sent meteors shooting across the sky.
We watched these “shooting stars” fall into the big dipper.
We watched little ones fade so quick we weren’t sure if our eyes were playing tricks on us.
We watched big bright ones, with large tales, streak slowly across the sky.
There is nothing like the prairie sky. It’s one of my favourite things about living out here. The horizon stretches for miles and miles, and you can’t help but feel very, very small. And that’s in the daytime.
And then at night, the stars hang so low you can almost touch them. The sky is not tainted by the lights of the big city. Even from our backyard, with the small lights of Caronport brightening the sky a little bit, the Big Dipper, Orion and other constellations can be seen throughout the year, bright as ever, constant and true against the blackness of the night.
If there is one word for this expansive sky, it is vast. It is vast beyond all measure. And as I sat out on the grid-road, my head leaning on the back of the lawnchair, I was reminded in that moment of the trueness and realness of God’s love.
How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure.
God’s love is vast like the prairie sky.
The stars that are too numerous to count, the blackness, and wideness and clearness of an August night out on a grid-road — how vast beyond all measure.
We are small in the vastness of the prairie sky. We are small in the vastness of God’s love.
The vastness can overwhelm, unsettle and cause us to tremble.
And yet, the vastness isn’t going anywhere. It isn’t going to change.
It will still be vast when we run inside to get away from it.
It will still be vast when we dance and rejoice under it.
It will still be vast when it makes us uncomfortable, and we cry out that it’s too much.
It will still be vast when clouds of pain and trial and confusion mar our vision.
It will still be vast when we stand in awe, drinking in as much of it as we can.
How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure. That He should give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure…
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom. But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection…