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Indescribable



Holy cow! I only thought I was amazed by our universe. But after reading Indescribable by Louie Giglio and Matt Redman, now I am seriously overwhelmed by space.

From the size of stars to the immense gaps in space between objects, I am in way over my head.

But why create stretches of the universe that will never be seen? Why be content for distant galaxies to go completely unnoticed for thousands and thousands of years? It is a mark of extravagance in the heart of our Creator God. God is not like us. 
Of course, when you start talking about how big everything is, you have to discuss how small we are.

Maybe, just maybe, we’re not that big after all. But it’s not for lack of trying, is it? In the early days, people tried to build a tower that would reach the heavens. Talk about self-confidence. And, in every generation since, we have worked to elevate our names and build things as if we could really garner fame that lasts.
I absolutely love that idea. 

This book is filled with awe-inspiring photos taken from Hubble and several other sources. The short chapters and the pictures make this an ideal book to share with a family at a meal, which I have done a few times. 

But this far more than a book about space. I could quote Giglio and Redman for pages, giving all the amazing facts and figures they shared. Yet at the heart of this book is a desire for us to realize how awesome God is and how much He loves us. They even note how the Earth is actually in prime location for viewing the rest of the universe. Who knew?

God knew.

The world was so intrigued by the universe that it sent a space shuttle. God so loved the world that He beat us to it and launched His own mission, sending His only Son.
This is a book I would highly recommend. Go get a copy!

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