In the ’80’s “Awesome” became a byword.  Pretty much any thing that surprised us or we thought was a positive, even the genuinely insignificant was declared “Awesome!”  It is now two decades later and our sense of awe about anything is gone.  The last time we heard the term was during the bombing of Iraq.  That military campaign, reduced to the size of my television screen, did little to inspire awe in me, although I am sure it frightened the hearts out of those who endured it.

I experienced awe as I tried to take in the sight of the glacier covered mountains of Alaska, or the immensity of the Grand Canyon, of the enormity of the Sahara Desert.  I have stood on a rocky precipice perched high above the Pacific Ocean and watched storm-driven breakers crush the shore with a mighty ferocious roar.

I am a servant to the truly awesome.  Someone who far outweighs the most fantastic, humbling, overwhelming, frightening aspects of his creation.

Someone so powerful that his mere presence causes me to no longer fear my powerful enemies.

Someone so just that I never worry about being left without my promised eternal inheritance, even though I don’t deserve one.

Someone so holy that I dare not disregard his command.

This week we will be experiencing a sliver of what it means to worship a truly awesome God at Main Street.  I pray this upcoming Sunday will reintroduce and remind my local family to the extravagance of power and authority we are connected to in Christ Jesus. 
Someone who is truly awesome.