The other day I was sitting on campus alone at the end of another long day. Somehow I’d made it through three tests and two quizzes in six hours – only by the grace of God – and at that moment I was fixated on everything that was due, the people I had to meet, hours I had to work, projects I had to organize. The sun was just about to set, the first breaths of fall reorganizing my hair for the umpteenth time, when I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spent any time at all alone with myself or with God.
When was the last time I went for a walk, looked up at the stars, and trembled at the thought of the God Who created them all? When was the last time I looked up at Cassiopeia and thought of the God who hung the constellations and knew that I’d be walking under their light, thinking of His power and majesty? When was the last time I fell to my knees without wondering how much time I should spend there before I could go to sleep… when I just abandoned myself to Him and let Him do what He wanted with me?
Somehow the fact that I even have to schedule time for the Lord seems skewed. He should transcend my schedule, and my walk with Him should take priority over everything else. Even while I’m at school, being constantly challenged and pushed toward a right relationship with Him through my friends, professors and chapel messages every day, it’s so easy for the most important relationship of all to fall into a sort of rhythm alongside all of my other priorities.
But my relationship with the God of the universe – the God who measured the oceans in the palm of his hand and then died so I (a mere speck of His creation) could live – should be so much more than just another one of my priorities. Maybe a literal walk alone with God every day wouldn’t be a waste of time. What do all the grades, projects, and friendships amount to if He’s not in them? What are all my best efforts in comparison with His majesty? Filthy rags.
Breathe. Slow down. Look up at the stars, the leaves that are starting to turn… look down at God’s Word that He’s put at your fingertips. Behold your God.
Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as a very little thing. All nations before him are as nothing; and they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity. It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers, that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in. To whom then will ye liken me, or shall I be equal? saith the Holy One. -Isaiah 40:15,17, 22, 25.