Some say that in nature we experience God. To some degree that may be so; only the poet and a few scribes mark sounds that clutch the scene, for expression is elusive. God comprehension. Who can know it? Enduring beauty from His creative words.
A few days ago in a heavily forested Crestline canyon I watched late afternoon sun strike at gaps between limbs, then beam onto the apple-strewn floor of the ancient orchard. Wine brewed down there on the ground; its yeasty scent invaded our noses and the youngsters asked, “What’s that I smell?”
No doubt the beauty of the scene was of God, but how will it be when we stand in His presence? God. The Almighty. The Creator. Ezekiel knew, for on one ordinary day, he stood in the glory of God. No longer was it an ordinary day. No longer could he even stand on his feet.
Then I arose, and went forth into the plain: and, behold, the glory of the LORD stood there, as the glory which I saw by the river of Chebar: and I fell on my face. . . chapter 3
Hasten the day. Come Lord Jesus.