Why?

“Why do you stare at sunsets and ponder the summer night sky?  Why do you search for a rainbow in the mist or gaze at the Grand Canyon?  Why do you allow the Pacific surf to mesmerize and Niagara to hypnotize?  How do we explain our fascination with such sights?”

“Beauty?  Yes.  But doesn’t the beauty point to a beautiful Someone?  Doesn’t the immensity of the ocean suggest an immense Creator?  Doesn’t the rhythm of migrating cranes and beluga whales hint of a brilliant mind?  And isn’t that what we desire?  A beautiful Maker?  An Immense Creator?  A God so mighty that He can commission the birds or command the fish?”  Max Lucado from his book, “It’s Not About Me”