I don't know if it's just me or not, but my favourite part of going to watch fireworks isn't the fire (the lights and sight), but feeling the sound burst and boom when it hits your body with the heavy bass resonating in your abdoman.
To feel that might and power.
While watching the fireworks and crowds today (it's Canada Day btw) the thought crossed my mind of how much more worthy of worship and so much more mighty and powerful is God.
We (the general average person in Ottawa) come to Parliament Hill twice a year: Canada Day and Winterlude. Both times, with numerous friends and tens of thousands of strangers, we all come just to see and feel the resounding majesty of sundry explosions high over the river.
But then it's gone.
The crowds go back to their golden calves and worship what else they will. The one singular united crowd worshiping in awe of sparkling pyrotechnics becomes once again the disjointed and distant tens of thousands of individuals each seeking their own paths to success and fulfillment.
Oh, that we would all turn aside as quickly from these other vices and things that, although less majestic, last slightly longer, and promise more, still fall far short of true satisfaction; these things which distort small beauties into idols which draw our gaze from the true beauty of grace in the cross!
Myself included.
May I see again and again the far greater majesty of God's grace and abundant eternal life purchased through Jesus' sacrifice and completed through the Spirit's work to daily mortify the body.
May we come to worship in Spirit and truth.
D.Fa
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