Today a local farmer harvests his sun-dried corn from our field. The combine rumbles down the rows, cuts and collects the corn, and chops up the stalks and leaves for silage. He works diligently all morning. In the late morning I realize the homey hum of distant machinery has stopped. Must be lunch time. I grab a bite to eat, too. When the tractor turns over, I resume my house work and the farmer begins plowing. I’m not sure who’s happier when the field work is finished… him or me. He’s smiling as he drives past the house on his way home with his feed. I’m smiling as I slip on my old boots and head out to the freshly-plowed field.
Tonight a shekinah moon casts midnight shadows on the frosted lawn. Not many moons are this brilliant. The heavy, white frost accentuates the light, bouncing it back into silent night. As I stand and watch, the moon is momentarily shrouded by a passing cloud The thin veil erases the grass’ frosty glimmer and obliterates the stark shadows. But only for a moment. Before long the cloud slips silently on, once again unveiling the moon’s full glory. The cloud may have momentarily masked the moonlight, but it could not diminish it. It shown as brightly when cloud-covered as it does now. I just couldn’t see it.
God’s shekinah glory is no different. It shines with brilliant intensity today as it did yesterday and as it will for all eternity. I just can’t see it. Oh, I get a glimpse of it on occasion in the color of a sunset, or the feel of a newborn’s soft skin, or the smell of a hemlock forest after a spring rain. But His full glory is masked by a protective veil that could never diminish its beauty.
I wonder what it will be like to see God in all His glory, clothed in majesty. A rare few were granted the privilege on this side of heaven. God at the burning bush, he hid his face. Isaiah was utterly humbled, Ezekiel fell on his face, and John fell as if dead when he saw God’s full glory. What a wonderful, and terrible, and awesome, and fearsome thing to see.
“Seraphim stood above Him, each having six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called out to another and said,
“Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts, The whole earth is full of His glory.” And the foundations of the thresholds trembled at the voice of him who called out, while the temple was filling with smoke. (Isaiah 6:2-4)
One day God’s glory, unveiled, will fill all the heavens and the earth. On that day, at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:10,11) And when God establishes His eternal kingdom, His glory will shine unveiled forever. “And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb.” (Revelation 21:23)
Today I watch some late fall leaves slough off the molting trees, coast through the air, and settle on the river. The lazy current twirls them around as it carries them toward the dam. The leaves have no say in where their journey will take them. They simply go where they are taken, obedient to forces beyond their control.