I just had the most wonderful time stargazing all by myself in the middle of Whitman lawn. I stopped my bike on my way back to Forbes at 1:00 a.m. after studying because the sky was just so beautiful. I knew I probably looked really dorky standing there with my head back and my mouth open, periodically staring down at the tiny star-map clutched between my hands… but I didn’t care, it was that awesome. And I mean that in the original sense of the word, as in it was a sight and experience that filled me to the brim with awe.
There is just so much beauty in a clear night sky. As I gazed, I felt like my eyes were actually hungry and couldn’t be satisfied no matter how long I looked or how far–I couldn’t see it all at once so I just tried to take it in a little at a time, and then went back, and then again, and again. It was an insatiable desire and all the while my heart was bubbling over with joy, with tiny explosions every once in a while when I discovered something new or saw a shooting star.
I think this is what it’s meant to feel like when we look at God. He’s so beautiful and the joy that fills us when we gaze upon Him is so great that we can’t even contain it. I’ve definitely felt this way before, but not often enough. God wants us to look at Him, to see Him, but most of the time we’re just staring at the ground, or maybe we’re trying so hard to figure things out on our tiny star-maps (the Bible?) that we don’t even take the time to just look.
It’s like that Switchfoot song says, When I look at the stars, I see someone else…
Lord, I want to see you more clearly than even the stars tonight. Clear away the clouds in my heart and give me eyes to see and ears to hear.