I read of a man who, today, stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon. He had seen pictures of the canyon but today, he wrestled to find adequate words to describe the beauty and the wonder of that which he now witnessed. Instead, he removed his hat and bowed his head, admitting how totally lost he was in the magnitude of God's creation.
How small this man considered himself. How insignificant he felt. I can echo his feelings as I think of the day, years ago when I stood where he was standing today. The only way I could describe that feeling would be by thanking God that I, too, had absorbed such a marvelous creation.
I thought for a moment about mere humans standing in the presence of God's grace. My weakness turning to strength, because of the mighty hand of God. Beyond any comparison by human standards, the grace of God allows us to personally experience God's love for mankind, his provision, his heart. One songwriter expressed it like this:
Dark is the stain that we cannot hide,
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! there is flowing a crimson tide;
Whiter than snow you may be today.