Those words are not enough...

In the year of the death of King Uzziah, I saw also the Lord sitting upon a high throne, and lifted up, and the lower parts thereof filled the temple. The Seraphims stood upon it, every one had six wings: with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain did he fly. And on cried to another, and said Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts: the whole world is full of glory. And the lintels of the door cheeks moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke. Then I said, Woe is me: for I am undone, because I am a man of polluted lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of polluted lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, and Lord of hosts. ~Isaiah 6: 1-5 


Something that i've been thinking about a lot lately is the Holiness of God...how God is completely set apart from everything else.

When Isaiah met God, the first thing he realized was his own sinfulness. "I am a man of polluted lips." As humans we are inherently born with a sin nature...that's why it's so easy to sin. But even when we know we're sinful, we don't fully comprehend the depth of our depravity...Isaiah didn't comprehend it either, not until he saw God. When he saw God, his eyes were opened because he saw the holiness of God! He saw the absolute purity, completely unblemished, and right then it struck him how sinful he was.

We cannot know who we are, we cannot know the depths of our soul, until we truly know who God is.

The key to this is in what the angels are saying..."Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of hosts: The whole world is full of his glory." It's also in the psalms, "The Heavens declare the glory of God!"

Throughout the grandeur of the stars,

To the beauty of a landscape...

To even the tiniest of creatures, everything declares the glory of God.

All of these things are just a taste, just a foreshadowing, of the actual glory of God. These things are just creation...He is the creator. His nature is light, and there is no darkness. The angels hid their faces and feet from him...we read that even the pillars (lintels) of the temple shook in the presence of God! Inanimate objects had the good sense to tremble in the presence of the Almighty! And they haven't even sinned...


Why do I worship God? It's not because he loves me, it's because of who he is. He is God, and he is Holy, holy, holy.

Yet even though he deserves to be worshipped just because of his being...He does love me. This God, this almighty glorious one whom all of the universe cannot contain loves me! A dirty, filthy, rotten sinner, among a people of dirty, filthy, rotten sinners. And this God loves me, and sent his only son to die for me...


Nothing is beyond you
You stand beyond the reach
Of our vain imaginations
Our misguided piety
The heavens stretch to hold you
And deep calls out to deep,
Saying nothing is beyond you!
Time cannot contain you
You fill eternity
Sin can never stain you
Death has lost it's sting
I can not explain how you came to love me
Except to say that nothing is beyond you


Awestruck by the majesty of God...everything that he is, is clean...spotless, whiter than snow. Everything about me is the opposite. Sometimes i'd like to think of myself as a knight in shining armor, but i'm not even close. I'm no more than a child wearing his mother's strainer on his head carrying a stick. 


And yet this God loves even me...

Nothing that I, or any other far better man, (Yes, even the Knights in shining armor,) could say will ever, ever, ever come close to describing .01% of God's glory...it's something we won't truly understand until we see him face to face...and it will bring us to the floor.

I lay my life before you,
I'm not getting up.
Father, how I adore you! 
Those words are not enough...