Waterfalls and Canyons
Poem★★★★When I was a boy, my parents took us to Niagara Falls. We rode the boat Maid
of the Mist right out into the basin of the falls, and we also tramped down the steps
to the edge of the bottom of the falls, and my dad even took me into the caves
behind the falls where openings had been cut out. It is a terrifying thing to stand
ee a there, only inches from such power and from possible death,
Posiine God deafened by a thunderous roar, the ground trembling from SIX
million cubic feet of water bursting over the falls every minute
The fear of the Lord ts and falling 170 feet into the basin below. reverential trast and hatred On another vacation, we traveled to the Grand Canyon,
of evil and I still remember the overwhelming sense of awe, majesty, ees dizziness, and downright terror as I stood near the edge and
This is akin to the fear of God. It isn’t an unhealthy fear, but an overwhelming sense of God Himself.
If we feel a kind of fear and awe over a mere waterfall or chasm, how much
more should we feel that way about the Lord, who is a million times more powerful
than a cataract, a billion times more pure, and a trillion times more overwhelming
and all-engulfing than a canyon?
It is that fear of God that keeps sin at bay in our lives and gives us a foothold for wisdom.’
The point
Standing at Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon evokes fear and awe before mere water and rock; how much more should God's overwhelming power inspire fear, reverence, and wisdom in our lives.