The Lord spoke to Moses face to face, as a man speaks to his friend.
Loved by a Glorious God
Moses makes a request of God. “Show me your glory”
“Show me your radiance,” Moses is praying. “Flex your biceps. Let me see the S on your chest. Your preeminence. Your heart-stopping, ground-shaking extraspectacularness. Forget the money and the power. Bypass the youth. I can live with an aging body, but I can’t live without you. I want more God, please. I’d like to see more of your glory.”
Why did Moses want to see God’s greatness?
Ask yourself a similar question. Why do you stare at sunsets and ponder the summer night sky? Why do you search for a rainbow in the mist or gaze at the Grand Canyon? Why do you allow the Pacific surf to mesmerize and Niagara to hypnotize? How do we explain our fascination with such sights?
Beauty? Yes. But doesn’t the beauty point to a beautiful Someone? Doesn’t the immensity of the ocean suggest an immense Creator? Doesn’t the rhythm of migrating cranes and beluga whales hint of a brilliant mind? And isn’t that what we desire? A beautiful Maker? An immense Creator? A God so mighty that he can commission the birds and command the fish?
“Show me your glory, God,” Moses begs…
We cross a line when we make such a request. When our deepest desire is not the things of God, or a favor from God, but God himself, we cross a threshold. Less self-focus, more God-focus. Less about me, more about him.
[It’s Not About Me]
Like Moses of old we long to see your greatness and your glory. When we see the wonders of your creation, our hearts are filled with praise for your mighty power. You care for even the smallest detail of creation. Your vast universe is spectacular beyond imagining. We want to know you better, Lord,
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, and Your glory above all the earth.
Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; yes, our God is merciful.
Unto You I lift my eyes, O You who dwell in the heavens.
~ Max Lucado ~