A couple of days ago Jude and I visited the Grand Canyon. God the Father created that through Jesus when He set the earth on its foundations, when the mountains rose and the valleys sank down to the place He appointed for them. Way, way down, in the case of the Grand Canyon. (See a bit of a Flickr gallery here.)
Vegas? (See a Flickr gallery here). Plenty of opportunity to sin. More opportunity than in other places? Perhaps. But we had fun there. We got to visit with my brother and his partner, his son, my nephew and his new bride, without fear, because the Jesus who is the radiance God’s glory; brighter than the brightest lights on the Vegas or any other strip and grander than the Grand or any other Canyon; the Jesus who upholds the universe in all its myriad detail by the word of His power first spoken in creation and still ringing out through time and space—from spinning slots, bell hops and show girls, tiny capillaries and nerve endings to the Grand Canyon and beyond—upholds it all by the word of His power. Everything is in subjection to Him. Nothing is outside His control.