Our Father who art in heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our debts

As we forgive our debtors

And lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from evil

For Thine is the kingdom

And the power

And the glory

Glory goes to the winning team. When the winners take the podium in the Olympics, the ones with the most glory are wearing gold around their necks. In sports we call someone the Greatest Of All Time, or G.O.A.T.. But humanly speaking, this is a temporary post, because there is always someone just a little better coming down the pike. For every Babe Ruth there is a Shohei Ohtani coming. But with God, there is no other. It is the highest level of praise. For God, it is His identity; His glory is Who He is. He is the Highest. Gloria to God in the highest!

The face of Moses glowed after being with God on the mountain. Talk about a “mountain-top experience.” Some of that leftover glory clung to his face somehow — so much so that the people waiting for him down below could not look directly at him. Even then, he was only allowed to see God’s “back side.” And while God was with Moses on the mountain, He was also everywhere else in the universe at the same time. We cannot comprehend God’s level of glory. He will never wear out His praise. It will last forever. He will never change. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.

Imagine if there were no God — no Supreme Being holding everything together, no central intelligence to make sense of everything, no Higher Power to rule, no one to control the events of history, no plan, and as Peter Sinfield wrote, in his epic song, “Epitaph,” on King Crimson’s 1969 album, in the Court of the Crimson King — no one to lay the laurel wreath on the grave of the human race.

The wall on which the prophets wrote

Is cracking at the seams

Upon the instruments of death

The sunlight brightly gleams

When every man is torn apart

With nightmares and with dreams

Will no one lay the laurel wreath

When silence drowns the screams?

Screams, and then, silence. How tragic.

Without God, we would all be up to the whim of chance. Lost. No Person behind everything. No glory beyond the grave. No hope for tomorrow.

Thank God there is God. Thank God that God is God. He is the one and only. There will be no silence at the grave of the human race, because at the grave of the human race we find a risen Jesus, and He is laughing as He welcomes us home.