The beautiful God we serve
Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11God is beautiful. From head to toe he is completely beautiful.
The beauty of his forehead can be seen in the creases from worry and concern over the follies of men. The deep creases from years and generations of disobedience and sin. His beautiful forehead bears lines formed from watching our lord Jesus afflicted on the cross, shedding his blood for the sins of this world. When I think of this beautiful God and begin at his forehead, the lines of worry are so beautiful because when I worried and when I cried, when I failed and when I sinned a deeper crease was formed in the beautiful forehead of my God.
The eyes of God are beautiful; his sparkling beautiful eyes. These eyes that have seen everything that there ever was to see, these eyes have been a witness to everything ever done. My heart cries for the things my God’s beautiful eyes have been forced to see. The things that have been done in this world and the things that I have done. I never want to do anything else that will make those beautiful eyes of God misty, lest he weep for my transgressions again. The eye s of my beautiful God see beyond the physical, they see into the spirit. He is El Roy – The God that truly sees, and he sees with eyes so beautiful, he sees with eyes so clear.
My God has a beautiful nose. The nose that told Abel’s sacrifice from that of Cain, the nose that breathes life into dust and a man is formed. When I think of all that this beautiful nose has had to smell, I think of the fumes from burning homes and the smoke from chaos and war, as the smoke goes up to heaven! We hold our noses when we are disgusted in an attempt not to breathe…but the beautiful nose of my God never ceases to breathe, even when the smell is rancid for if he did then we are dead. And so we sin and sin and give God death to breathe, and the beautiful nose of God inhales it all at once and breathes life to all of us.
And what can is say of the beautiful lips of God; These lips that speak the beautiful word of God? The earth was in darkness and the spirit moved over water, until the beautiful lips of my God parted to say “Let there be light” and there was light. Oh these beautiful lips that never stop speaking. Generation after generation they speak to congregation and after congregation. The beautiful lips of my God have never stopped moving since they said Let there be light. And even when the words fell on deaf ears, the beautiful lips of my God never stopped giving the beautiful word of God. Thank you Jesus…
Who has known the beautiful shoulders of God, or even considered the perfect shoulders of God? Perfect to shoulder the burdens of this world and the heavy weight of sin. My heart is moved as I wonder that a shoulder so burdened would so eagerly invite sinner after sinner to add to that burden. "Come ye who labor" this beautiful shoulder says, come lay your burden on me. My yoke is easy, my burden is light, but I will add on yours to all that I carry. Oh my beautiful God, I would have to wade through a million sins and a billion issues to ever see your shoulders for they are covered and saddled by the issues of life!
The hands of God are a beautiful sight. His arms are strong and mighty to save and his beautiful palms are wet from blood and tears: The blood from the cross and the tears from our eyes. Oh they are beautiful! There are many things in the palm of his hand….the scars from the nails, the inscription of our names…and the entire world in the palm of his beautiful hands…Hands that are clean, hands that are pure, hands that soiled themselves for our sake…hands that extend only to give and never to take. I praise the beautiful hands of my beautiful God.
The feet of my God are a sight to see. Words cannot express how beautiful they are. Oh that I could wash them with my tears and my hair and an alabaster with oil. But my God forsook his beautiful feet to wash the feet of men. His beautiful feet bring him swiftly to our side, the feet that blaze a trail before us. I was in the middle of a desert with nothing else in sight and at dawn I cast my eyes all around me and saw the beautiful footprints of God…I could not see him but his footprints outnumbered mine!
God is a Spirit
Oh brothers and sisters, we cannot see this beautiful God for he is a spirit. He told Moses that no man can see him and live Exodus 33:20. Paul spoke of it in II Corinthians 4:10 “Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body” The only way to see this beautiful God is to bear in our own body the dying of Jesus…the only way to see him is to die to ourselves.
I urge you…see the worried crease in the forehead of God…he has seen you with eyes so clear and wants to breathe his life into you from his beautiful nose. Listen to the words from his lips and lay your burdens on his shoulders. His hands will catch you when you fall as you worship him at his feet. In the mighty name of Jesus…blessed, beautiful Jesus.




