I have been putting together questions that I would like to ask God when I get to heaven, because there are just some things you want to ask face to face right? Maybe to see his reaction or just facial features moving but after watching something recently, I have one that I don’t know if I can wait till the day I see his glorious face to ask it.
How can, one so mighty and glorious, the creator of the universe (known and unknown),namer of the billions of stars, maker of the blazing sun, the chilling moon, several planets, the galaxy and every other galaxy there happens to be that humans have discovered and the billions of others we haven’t. how can one so great that he measures the whole universe (known and unknown to us) in the palm of his hand, how can one so magnificent and ferocious that he sent forth his word and it literally caused a big bang, I’m talking about one so extraordinary he shows off his splendour in ways our feeble human minds cannot fathom, how can one so indescribable, how can he think of a lowly nobody like me? What could one so great, so big want with a speck of dust like me? What could he possibly need me for?
In all honesty I don’t get it, God is so mind-blowingly amazing that only the celestial bodies alone are relentlessly singing, praising, rejoicing, what could my song possible be in comparison to the praise song of these stars?
I then remember, that he doesn’t need my praise, he deserves it, I remember that if I keep shut everything else is praising.
Furthermore I’m assisted to remember that although, I am not as big and ragingly hot as the sun nor as cool as the moon or even as shiny as the night stars, I remember that I was created last because I am his splitting image of him, and because he is the God of splendour and pleasure, he placed me after making me so I can enjoy with pleasure the splendour of his magnificent works.
Won’t you praise God with me? It takes nothing out of you and me but means everything to our Majestic King.