The picture just can’t do it justice.
For one, I wasn’t even looking through the viewfinder when I took it, I was driving. Two, there’s just no way I could get all the color in just a second of exposure. Three, God’s creation cannot be interpreted by a digital camera. My eyes could scarcely take it in. My mind was blown by the beauty. My heart overflowed.
Above me, the backdrop of bright blue was barely peeking through a looming curtain of blue-black, turbulant storm clouds. They spread their rippling fingers down into the blazing stripes of orange, yellow and red that were smeared across the horizon at a slight angle. The land was flat, unobtrustive, and I could almost imagine my car flying into the hemisphere without a road beneath it, about to crash into the majestic view before me. The entire span was so full of drama and movement, so full of contrast and visual power, I was humbled by the site of it.
The fact is, God did not have to paint the sky this way. We could have existed under an umbrella of black or white, never knowing the force or beauty of the plummeting sun. You have to ask yourself the question: Why? God has already given us the answer:
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens.
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.