Steve Gaines

My wife and I sat in a boat gazing in awe at the midnight sky above us. The lake that was nestled between the rolling Ozark Mountains of northern Arkansas reflected the light of the millions of stars above. We held hands beneath that celestial sanctuary. We worshiped the Lord as we acknowledged the majestic beauty displayed in the sky above us. There was a silent sermon in that sky, and we heard the message loud and clear.

Psalm 19:1 says, “The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.”

Foolish people say in their hearts there is no God (Psalm 14:1f), but in their minds they know better. Everyone knows there is a God. The beauty of creation proves it. The majestic mountains cry out, “There is a God!” The vast oceans teeming with life proclaim, “The Creator made all this!” The innocent face of a newborn baby shouts aloud, “I am not an accidental result of nature, nor am I the product of billions of years of random, biological mutation. I have been fearfully and wonderfully made by a holy God!”

I have seen the sun rise over the hills of the Golan Heights as its rays reflected off the waters of the Sea of Galilee. I have ascended the slopes of the Colorado Rocky Mountains at night and seen the same stars we saw in Arkansas. I have stared in rapture as the sun sank into the majestic plains of Texas. I have seen these, and many other sermons in the sky. Do not tell me there is no God. The sky is shouting, “He is!”