The Sunday Sermonette – What Do You See?

     When I was a child riding in the back seat of Dad’s 1959 Nash Rambler, I often looked out the window at the mountainous clouds climbing upward toward Heaven. In my childlike mind, the clouds were my best friends, charming me with cloud pictures of fascinating creatures, flying ships, and laughing giants, all waving down at me from up above.

     Now that I’m in my 70s, I still see wondrous things, but most of all, I see the majesty of Father God’s artistry covering the vast canvas of Heaven. While on my walk one day last week, these words floated down to me from above. Ponder them and go forth.

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When I look out across the sprawling Gulf,

     Sometimes placid, sometimes rough.

I often see billowing clouds of fluffy white,

     Splashed with dashes of dazzling light.

They float in majesty across Heaven’s azure-blue sky,

      Where endless wonders meet my eye.

Sometimes I spy a face, a ship, or a crown,

      As Father God, His glories pour down.                       

 To me, His towering clouds are a sacred sign,

     In seeing them, I feel His presence—pure, divine.

 When I gaze above and in reverence stare,

     All too often, I find Father God there.

When earthly worries weigh upon my mind,

     And answers I chase but seldom find.

I lift my old eyes, and my faith allows,

     A glimpse of Father God within the clouds.

No matter if the sky turns a blackened gray,

     I know Father God is never far away.    

And each time I look up above,

     I see a sign of His endless love.

Because in the clouds, both wild and free,

     I sense that Father God is near to me.