He Still Hears Whispered Prayers

You answer us in righteousness, with awe-inspiring works, God of our salvation, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the distant seas; You establish the mountains by Your power, robed with strength; You silence the roar of the seas, the roar of their waves, and the tumult of the nations. Those who live far away are awed by Your signs; You make east and west shout for joy (vv. 5-8).

We Americans are obsessed with power. We want to climb higher, run farther, move faster than any other generation in history. Our psychologists delve into the recesses of inner space, while our scientists explore outer space. All America held it’s breath when Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon! Sometimes, when I take the express elevator to the top of the Sears Tower in Chicago, I wonder if we are even guilty of erecting our own twentieth-century towers of Babel.

As a kid I used to watch the Atlantic Ocean roar off the New Jersey coastline. I’ve observed Niagara Falls many times from different vantage points, including the excursion boat at the foot of the Falls! And I’ve peered into the crater atop Mt. St. Helens via videotape, helicopter, and television. God’s omnipotence evidenced in nature dwarfs even the most splendid of man’s puny achievements.

But this God of might and majesty is also intensely personal. He is intimate as well as infinite. He who “formed the mountains” and “stilled the roaring of the seas” hears every whispered prayer.

Such a God inspires me to hope. He “calls forth songs of joy” from my soul until I can hardly wait to transcribe them to paper!

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