Sometimes it hits home.

1975 - an experience at a Sullivan Scripture Union house party, Mofatt, Scotland

Looking up and outward at the Universe on a clear starry night;

Silence. 

"What is it called, Mr. Mills?, when the universe feels so big and you feel so small."

"That's the numinous, Timothy."

Days later, with everyone singing "Seek ye first the Kingdom of God" there was beauty and I somehow was swept into a place of trust in God, a sense and conviction that, ultimately, there is a source of meaning, purpose, hope. 

 Time passes. 

40 years later, being up earlier than usual this morning frees up time for a chronically irregular devotional reading. 

And, while I question the Source of the numinous, specifically about the suffering of the innocents, I am clear that these words from Moses' final sermon ring very true. 

Soli Deo gloria.