Scott saw Heaven come down, as the sun dropped over the western shore of a Minnesota lake. He discovered a porthole to the place where angels dwell — a cathedral of God neither hidden nor disguised but there for the viewing for those with eyes to see.
“God made us in His image,” Scott said. ” So I have to believe that He made this world in the image of Heaven. Aren’t we seeing it now? Isn’t this a bit of Heaven, right here?”
Yes, Heaven had come down on the shore of an ordinary lake made extraordinary by God.
Our summer was crammed with cathedrals.
Heaven made appearances in the Iowa farmfields behind our house.
And in the weeds, which aren’t really weeds after all.
And on a vacation mountaintop where blooms burst forth near fields of snow.
Our summer was bursting with God, when we looked with Soul-Eyes.
And when we looked with Soul-Eyes, our hearts overflowed with Heaven.
These shimmering cathedrals,
they’re all around us,
if we would only stop to see.
Be Thou Our Vision, Lord.
Lord, You are The Show.
We can hardly wait for the Everlasting Encore!
For God is great,
and worth a thousand Hallelujahs. …
Let’s hear it from Sky,
With Earth joining in,
And a huge round of applause from Sea.
Let Wilderness turn cartwheels,
Animals, come dance,
Put every tree of the forest in the choir —
An extravaganza before God as he comes. …
— From Psalm 98 (The Message)
Photos from vacations in Minnesota and Colorado … and from the outdoor cathedrals in our own back yard.
Where did Heaven come down for you this summer? Where did you discover the thin places?