GLORY DAYS

If you read my other blog, On The QT, you know I'm in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, this week. When yesterday morning's temp reached 35 degree, it represented about an 80 degree difference from what I'm used to. And it reminded me of Jerusalem.

Not the temperature, but the variety. Just below Calvary lies Skull Hill. Just below, or adjacent to these, is the Garden and the Tomb where many say Jesus lay, and of course, rose. Others cite the Church of the Holy Sepulcher as the place where Jesus was buried. And if they're right, well, the Garden is still a spectacular spot.

When we visited the Garden last April, 26 of us, mostly from our church, friend Jeff Wilkinson and I had the same thought at just about the same time. You see, in the Garden were a variety of groups from different nationalities. As we were taking communion, you could hear singing by a few other groups. Jeff said, "This is what Heaven's going to be like. All God's people, different in how they look and speak, praising Him."

"That's just what I was thinking," I shared.

And that's what I thought of when I first saw the Tetons. God's magnificent creation. From the saguaros of the Southwest to the mountain tops, still covered with snow, in the Wild West of Wyoming. Different kinds of beauty that God has created. How can one walk on the beach of an ocean and not think of the Maker? Or see a sunrise over Papago Park? Or a multi-colored, multi-formed sunset? They are there for us to enjoy. They illustrate God's glory. And magnificence.