Finding Hope In the Sky

While we are, in the most realistic and literalistic sense, looking at an aerosol comprising a visible mass of minute liquid droplets or frozen crystals, or clouds— I believe when we humans look up to the sky, we are looking for and at something much more significant, mesmerizing, and meaningful than mere nephology. 

Surely, there are those who look at the sky and get carried away with the science behind how those “beautiful, white, puffy things” got there, but truly there is more to the spectacle of the sky than science and all the rules abound to it.

The sky holds a treasure unlike many other venues of nature, especially in the sense that we have to look up in order to see the sky. That majestic, gigantic blue ceiling of our planet in a sense, foreshadows what is “out there”, beyond our comprehension. And most naturally, the human race has the most developed sense of curiosity; we carry in our design the means of asking the most in-depth, philosophical, religious, psychological, emotional questions of any other race. Therefore, looking to the sky– as if answers will fall on us from above–is a particular act of hope that the human spirit recognizes as acknowledgment that we want there to be more than this; tinkering with the idea that we hope for the sky, and all those mysterious clouds, to be, in the least, a metaphorical doorway we simply can’t walk through yet, but which represents all the opportunity, mystery, and extravagance of what lies beyond this lifetime.

“Then will appear the sign of the Son of Man in heaven. And then all the peoples of the earth will mourn when they see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven, with power and great glory.” (Matthew 24:30)

This verse is my hope when I look to the clouds in the sky; the most significant sign of hope in the history to come. I admire the clouds, I appreciate the blueprint of the sky the way the God Almighty fidgets with it every day, and I will appreciate His decoration for our eyes tomorrow–but I look forward to seeing Jesus coming back with a much more glorifying presence than any other before Him.

Looking to the sky, I have admiration for the beauty of this world, and an appreciation for the marvel of this lifetime while I am still here to appreciate it. But I am not stuck on its temporal marvel. The very Creator of the marvelous is still to come, and that is something I look forward to much more intensely than any Earthly sight I could behold.

There is no need to rid ourselves of our admiration for nature; after all, God’s first creations on Earth were the water and the land. We would take a liking to His early work. But not get stuck thinking this is the culmination: this is the foreshadow. We will not just find the culmination, we will find its Creator Himself; the epitome of perfection. I’m keeping my eyes on the clouds, excitedly awaiting the next most exciting, significant event in human history: Jesus returning to take his Kingship over the world.

What are you looking at when you see the sky? What is your hope today?

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