I watched a DVD this past week that was just awesome.
By awesome I mean AWESOME.
It’s from the Passion Talk Series and I watched the one titled How Great Is Our God. The whole thing is Louie Giglio speaking. It’s actually a recording from a Chris Tomlin concert when Louie speaks in between some songs. How do I know? Well, I was there. Not there there. But I was at one of the concerts where Louie gave this talk. It’s been a few years, though, so I wanted to watch the DVD when I saw that my dad had bought it.
God has good timing, amen?
If you haven’t seen this DVD and if you weren’t able to go to any of the concerts on the How Great Is Our God Tour a few years ago, you need to head to the store and buy this DVD pronto. I think my dad got it for like $5. But I’m pretty sure each DVD in the series is $15 when they aren’t on sale. Totally worth the money, by the way. I’m hoping he’ll go out and buy the others. If not, I guess I’ll have to go get them myself. :)
So the DVD is about what? Gee, I’m glad you asked. It talks a lot about how great God is (go figure..that is the title and all) and how He holds us together all the time. Including when things fall apart.
To begin with, he talks about the stars.
…..and you’re thinking, ‘great. the stars….I don’t get how this is so special and awesome…’
Well, see, there’s this one point that he makes that changes EVERYTHING about his talk of the stars. It’s changed how I view God and, if I’m being honest, it’s changed how I feel able to communicate with Him.
The point? God BREATHED the stars into being.
Our sun? 960,000 earths could fit inside of the sun. That is a LOT of earth. And it just came out of God’s mouth?
Hello. …wow. Still, though, you probably aren’t seeing the greatness and the amazingness at this point. I wasn’t. But look up VY Canis Majoris on Google. I dare you. And keep looking at images on Google of VY Canis Majoris until you find the one that shows the sun in relation to VY Canis Majoris. Uhm, wow. Even more amazing? If the earth were a golf ball, VY Canis Majoris would be the height of Mt. Everest, which is almost 6 miles above sea level. Seven quadrillion earths would fit inside VY Canis Majoris. Just in case you missed that massive amount, I’ll say it again for you.
That’s enough golf balls to cover the entire state of Texas…22 inches deep.
Excuse me, let me back up and repeat…God breathed the stars into being. That star, VY Canis Majoris, along with every other star out there, came out of God’s mouth.
Don’t believe me?
The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. Psalm 33:6
Again, in another version, it says:
By the word of the LORD were the heavens made; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth.
God is good and God is BIG. If I’m being honest, I don’t quite know how to communicate with a God like that. A God that can breathe and stars like VY Canis Majoris just come out of His mouth. Yet, somehow, for some reason, He cares about me. He takes the time to care and watch over me. He wants to be my life. He deserves to be my life.
One of my fears is that we just put God in a box and take Him with us when we go places. When things happen. When our grandma dies, He’s in His box. When we lose our job, He’s in His box. When our friend leaves us, He’s in His box.
In the box we’ve made for Him, we don’t have to feel guilty when we don’t spend time with Him. Because He’s put away in His box. We don’t have to worship Him or think about Him. We’ve put Him away. In His box, we can pull Him out whenever it’s convenient. When we need Him. And, for some reason, we think that He can’t get out of that box unless we let Him out.
I’m guilty of it, too. And the thing is, I’ve felt close to God. Closer to God the past 5 or so months than I can ever remember. Yet I fail to realize how big He is. I still can’t realize it or imagine it. But I worship the God who breathes stars. The God who can’t be put in a box whether I like to think so or not.
Which leaves me to question how I can possibly talk to God now. I keep asking myself, and God, ‘How can I possibly talk to a God that is that huge? How can a God that breathes stars, for crying out loud, care about the little details in my life? Why would He want to hear about how sad I am today? Why would He want to hold my broken heart?’
And on the good days? ‘Why would God want to hear that I’m having a great day? He makes stars. He has more important things to listen to and more important things in creation to watch over.’ Yet I still talk to Him. I still like to tell Him the little details throughout my day. I know, though, that these details that seem so important to me are actually insignificant in the grand scheme of things. That’s reality. And as much as I wish I could feel that my problems really are big enough and important enough to matter in the end, they aren’t. They just feel that way to me. I can’t figure out why God chooses to care about my problems anyways when they’re nothing in the grand plan. But He does.
But I’ve decided that I don’t want to follow or believe in a God that I totally understand. A God there’s no mystery with. What kind of God would that be?
The DVD woke me up, in some ways. I hope it will wake you up, also.
I watched a DVD this past week that was just awesome.