"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world" (Psalm 19:1-4 NIV).
It was a very snowy winter. Snow after snow fell, day after day. We
lived in a very white world.
As spring thaw began, a team of horses pulling a sleigh suddenly went
down so deep beside the winter-packed tracks that they threw snow over
their backs as they struggled getting themselves up again onto firmer
A Sunday sleigh-load of youths secured their horses at the bottom and
yanked toboggans to the top of nearby Turtle Mountain in southern
Manitoba's Turtle Mountain Provincial Park, but the toboggans only sank
in the very deep snow and had to be yanked downhill, too.
A farmer piled a hayrack with dead deer that had not been able to hoof
through the snow to eat the old grasses and fallen leaves down under.
Afterwards, this was called "The year of the Wakopa starvation." The
hamlet's store was running out of food, for the train couldn't run. (Wakopa
is long gone from maps.)
But one frosty evening that same winter, men doing their outdoor farm
chores of cattle-care rushed into the house: "You've got to see this!
We women and children wriggled into coats and boots and went outside.
The whole great dome of sky glowed in vast, tiered circles of rainbow
colors: pinky-red, blue, pale green -- pinky-red, blue, pale green. From
the high center zenith directly overhead, down to the bare tree-tips of
the all-around rim of sparsely forested horizon, the totally brilliant
color was broken only by the immediate farm buildings.
The colors shimmered and swayed gently as we turned ourselves about,
staring at that great dome, immense like the prairie sky of summer, yet
also so near and intimate.
We were awe-struck, knowing that we were privileged to be experiencing
what only God could show us. We were amazed, overflowing with the glory
that Isaiah experienced: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the
whole earth is full of his glory" (Isaiah 6:3b).
Even greater still is "Christ in you, the hope of glory"
(Colossians 1:27) -- glory that can glow in believing hearts forever,
even as Jesus said, until "he comes in his glory and in the glory of
the Father and of the holy angels" (Luke 9:26b).
Let us speak enthusiastically of God's might and the glorious splendor
of His kingdom! (Psalm
Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for Your prayer, "Father, I
want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my
glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the
creation of the world" (John 17:24). Thank you for giving your
life so that we can live in your glory forever. Amen.
By Isabel Allison
Roland, Manitoba, Canada