I was just reading Nehemiah nine, and it hit me again. Our faith is not based on miracles or on demonstrations of God’s power. The Jews had that. They saw plagues, the parting of the Red Sea, they saw the power of God, and even with that the first chance they had they turned away. It explains why I’m so quick to forget what God has done for me, and how He has provided. It’s human nature. Look at the miracles Jesus did and how people disbelieved Him. A reflection of my life magnified to a nation. People really don’t change, and we’re all basically the same. How I chuckle, when I hear about how tough we have it these days, how bad things have gotten. Don’t be silly. Things haven’t changed that much. Sin is sin. The next generation is struggling with the same sin my generation struggles with, same as my parents generation struggles with, all the way back to Adam. I’m rambling. I’ll stop now.
Psalm 3:3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
God is my glory. That cannot be topped, and yet I incessantly run after the glory given from men. At times like these I get just a glimpse of the magnitude of my own folly. What must God think of me? He sees me as I am, and that is not a pretty picture.
Proverbs 25:2 It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter.
This is the true place and purpose of science, to seek out the things God has hidden.