This has been a great summer for majestic dawns, the daily processional of light and life in the Lord. I have been entranced by the beauty of the dawn since my earliest days on the farm. Sunset is a close second on my list of favorite scenic drama, but it doesn’t stimulate the sense of hope and promise of sunrise at a well-rested hour, when my  mind has not yet been burdened by the cares and uncontrollables of the day. This sense of the divine, present in all mankind whether they acknowledge it or not, is greatly magnified in a regenerated heart that has been given eyes to see and glory in the majestic works of our Creator God. He speaks through his natural revelation, of which dawn’s divine grandeur is his opening liturgy–his daily call to worship. 

The rising sun is also an awesome metaphor–post tenebras lux (after darkness, light)–for the way our Sovereign God has made himself known to me. It overwhelms me with gratitude. Thirdly, it’s a daily prophecy of when that glorious final “day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts,” and the sun will not be needed and the night will be no more.

This I know: God is there and he is not silent. In him life has meaning, reality and beauty, and it’s new every morning, for his glory and my great joy.

“On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.” — Psalm 145:5

See you in church.

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