From August 11-13 people all over the world got a chance to witness, between Midnight and Dawn, one of the greatest cosmological events that terrestrial beings can; a meteor shower. Debris off the tail of a comet entered the Earth's atmosphere and burned up in a blaze of light, peaking on the 11^th. Only because a comet passed through our Solar System did this beautiful light display get put on. This year, due to Jupiter’s closer proximity to Earth than usual, as many as three times the usual amount of debris drifted into our atmosphere. All of this, upon a cursory view, seems like such an accident; like such a confluence of random events and happenstance, and we simply had the “good luck” of being here to witness it. Furthermore, when broken down and put on the page, I wouldn’t blame anyone for thinking that this random, apparently purposeless happening wouldn’t be all that great. To this point, if all you had to go on was my writing of it, the Perseid Meteor Shower wouldn’t seem anything more than accidental, and it most likely wouldn’t seem beautiful. It isn’t something, succinctly put, that inspires much wonder conceptually… But to see it. To see what look like stars almost as wide as your outstretched thumb streak across the sky in white tracks of intense dazzling light, making lightning bright tracks on a blue-black velvet curtain stretched in every direction above you, as far as the eye can see, bounded in by the silhouettes of aged pine trees. Could I even use language grand or accurate enough to describe the effect of such beauty on our souls? Thrilling, captivating, beautiful; all don’t quite sum up the smallness and the awe that this little event (relatively speaking) causes in us. But, as per usual, I wonder something: what about that? We know that this is simply “what it is,” that there is nothing spectacular or mysterious in it anymore. We’ve parcelled and explained it down to the point of quaint oddity, but try telling that to someone whose seen it. It is undeniably and indescribably beautiful. I couldn’t help but laugh and even cry as the big ones flitted by my sight. My heart couldn’t deny the awesomeness of this, and how small I am. But what about its purpose. Why this reaction? Why this brilliance? Why does it even happen at all? The wonder of a meteor shower speaks to the fundamental truth of the universe; that the triune God himself made all this vastness, set us in a tiny corner of it, and made everything, the legs of a caterpillar, the laugh of a baby, the speckled light between leaves in forests and light itself, even instilling in us a wonder and amazement at it, to glorify Himself. All of nature, from the sky down to the core of the Earth are to act as signs, writ clear and large; God is great.