"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands," declares the first verse of Psalm 19--a poetic masterpiece and one of my favorite Psalms.
Right now, some teenage nieces of ours from North Carolina are visiting. One of their first impressions of Kansas was the big and beautiful sky. They're not alone in that response. Whenever my parents come in from Ohio, they enjoy watching Kansas' colorful and grand sunsets. Kansas is a pretty good place to see Psalm 19:1 come alive.
I got a new appreciation of this verse the other day when I was driving my son to Wichita at 4:30am for his dental surgery. Usually, I think about vast blue "skies" and starry filled "heavens," but this time, the majesty of the skies was revealed through lightning. Driving east, there were moments the lightning raced across your entire field of vision--from the southeast to the northeast.
The lightning was like a pitcher throwing a 90 mph fastball. It would stir up in the southeast with a large white flash--winding up--and then quickly shoot across the sky to the northeast with an intimidating force.
The creation is pretty majestic--so is its maker.