Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord from the heavens,
praise him in the heights above. Praise him, all his angels,
praise him, all his heavenly hosts. Praise him, sun and moon,
praise him, all you shining stars.
Have you ever ventured outside on a clear, cold, winter night and gazed into the heavens? Millions of tiny stars speckle the dark expanse, lighting up the world so that all can see the evidence of the glory, beauty, and majesty of the work of the Creator of all things.
Too many of us look up into the vast sparkling canvas of the universe and see only... nothingness. But when you look with the eyes of your heart on God, you see the handprint of the Divine. Thomas à Kempis sums this up in Imitation of Christ: “Therefore, I wish to offer and present to You the jubilant joy found in all devout hearts, their burning love, their ecstasies, their supernatural illuminations and heavenly visions, together with all the virtues and praises that have been or shall ever be given You by the creatures of heaven and earth, for myself and for all who have been recommended to my prayers and that You may receive fitting praise from men and be glorified without end.”
—Eric Kampmann, Signposts