I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down
upon the earth and be an atheist,
but I cannot conceive how a man could look up
into the heavens and say there is no God.
It was just an article about a bird.
It wasn’t just any bird, though. This tropical, ground-dwelling bird was so rare scientists had officially decreed it extinct. Nowhere on earth had anyone found a living specimen.
That is, until somebody happened to look up at the right moment and discover their “extinct” ground-dwelling bird alive and well, living in the trees.
Imagine that. Living in a tree.
But as unsurprising as that might seem, scientists had searched in vain for this particular one for years, because they were convinced they knew where it should be found.
What a vivid example of humanity’s eternal bent toward the sin of presumption! We rarely know as much as we think we do.
But you can’t tell us that. We have it all figured out. We stumble along looking for life’s meaning with our eyes fixed on the dirt at our feet. We presume God doesn’t exist or has abandoned us, because we can’t find him in the mud in which we’re wallowing.
Like scientists in the jungle, we search in all the wrong places for truth.
Then one day, we finally look up and find God right where He was supposed to be all along: infused throughout the height and width and depth of His incredible universe.
Enthroned in the heavens.
Commanding the stars.
Waiting for us to find Him.
To You I lift up my eyes,
O You who are enthroned in the heavens!