"We just don't see the glory of God as much as we used to," Howard remarked at the breakfast table, mentioning great revivals such as the Brownsville revival and Azusa Street.
I knew what he meant, but I couldn't resist saying, "But didn't you see the glory of God on that little girl's face in Kids' Church last night?" She was a first time visitor of about 4 years old, actually too young for the group we teach on Wednesday night. The pastor's wife mentioned when she brought her upstairs that she might want to go back to her mother at some point.
Although seemingly a little shy, the child sat stoically, attentive of the proceedings. She watched with interest as the other youngsters jostled and teased their seat mates, but surprisingly, she joined willingly into the activities. They were to write a "newspaper headline" and a few sentences about the birth of Jesus, which we had been studying. I happened to glance at her paper and saw a line of very uniform characters, unrecognizable as letters, but she was writing her story.
A little later when the children read their stories aloud, some even presenting it as evening television news, she raised her hand and said she wanted to give her story. I was surprised at her imagination and enthusiasm! Her face lit up, as in her clear, piping voice she told a wandering tale of Jesus being born in a snow storm and how it rained and thundered, and other details I couldn't quite catch. A little inaccurate, maybe, but still, her innocence and earnestness were so sweet and appealing. No wonder Jesus loves the little children!
"And didn't you see the glory of God in the soloist's song Sunday?" I further commented to my husband. It was a glorious Easter song, sang with such power and intensity one couldn't help feeling the anointing of the Holy Spirit.
Maybe it's my age, but I am easily moved by the most ordinary of miracles: A new baby grandson with all his wonders and potential. A small, dry seed we have planted in the garden that could become a thriving plant bearing fruit for food and seeds to reproduce itself over and over.
"Look at that sunset!" I exclaimed as we drove out of the church parking lot after service. It was stupendous! The huge, red orb that was the sun hung just above the horizon, transforming the clouds into a surrealistic bright-orange skyscape, layer upon layer of billows, indescribable with words, heralding the heavy rains that would be forthcoming. I sat amazed at God's glory in his handiwork!
Yes, we want to see the manifestation of God's glory in a supernatural way upon God's people, but if we but open our eyes, we would see His glory all around us!
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