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by Phil Ware
This was written several weeks ago after a wonderful experience with my brother and my son. Little did I know how poignantly true it would be on the week we planned to publish it. May God help us see the stars and not just the gloom of darkness.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
The surf rhythmically crashed against the shore, its incessant beat constantly altering the face of the beach. The wind kept up its consistent howling. The last rays of orange and gold faded from the clouds on the eastern horizon as the sun bid farewell, sinking behind us until tomorrows dawn. The moonless night filled the spaces around us with darkness. Each fifteen-minute interval brought a refreshing draft of cooler breeze. Alone on the gulf coast beach 32 miles past the end of the last paved road, the only man made light came from dim glows on the distant horizon many miles away and from the tiny pinpoints of speeding light from distant satellites.
Deep darkness descended. Blazing hot transformed into the cool of night. Suddenly, the impenetrable expanse and the dark void of space came alive with light. With no clouds and no ambient man-generated light, the heavens suddenly teemed with brilliance, depth, and shimmering beauty.
So many of Gods blessings are similar to these starry hosts: they are near, they are dazzling, they are ever-present, they are marvelous, and quite often, they are hidden from our sight. We forget their beauty. We forget their consistent twinkling. We quit looking for them in the dark nights of faith. Our busy lives, our distracting pursuits, our earthbound obsessions, and our forgetfulness team together and rob us of their reassuring presence. We give up on wonder. We cease our pursuit of what is awesome.
So if the graciousness of God and the providential care of the Creator seem distant and hidden, remember the twinkling stars. They are always there. While sometimes hidden from view, they have always been there, twinkling all along.
I call this to mind, and therefore I have hope:
Author: Phil Ware
Publication Date: September 17, 2001
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