Last weekend I sold light-up toys at fireworks displays around the area, one of which toys was a blinking pacifier that I had to wear around my neck (sometimes in my mouth) accompanied by a leather fanny pack around the waist.
Despite the redneck-ish effect the flashing toys had, I am still grateful for the job and the privilege of working with one of my best friends.
While watching the fireworks and hearing the oohs and ahhs of the audience, I started thinking about deep and theological matters:
A. What do people on airplanes experience when fireworks are going off?
That seriously is a concern of mine.
B. I think God speaking the stars into existence were much like fireworks. At least in my imagination.
“By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, and all the host of them by the breath of His mouth.” -Psalm 33:6
Picture it, God breathed out the stars. It was like a firework only infinitely better and they didn’t disappear after a few glimmering seconds- they stuck. Forever.
That. is. awesome.
|The Milky Way Galaxy. We live in there. Looks kind of like a firework, huh?|