When we consider God, our minds are turned upward. Frequently when we are called to a time of prayer, either our body immediately bows in reverence before God or looks up toward the heavens in a gesture of looking toward God. Scriptural training has instilled that principle in Godly people. For those that do not have faith, their natural awareness of God frequently evokes the same response. Consider the verses that remind us to “look up” to the heavens as the people of God…..Philippians 3:14 – I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Psalm 34:5 – They looked to Him and were radiant, and their faces will never be ashamed. Psalm 121:1 – I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? Psalm 123:1 – To You I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens! Micah 7:7 – Therefore, I will look unto the LORD; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me.
Sometimes, just being in churches or cathedrals cause such awe that we are made aware of God’s presence. Such was the case for the author of this article listed below……
For me, my belief in God was reaffirmed recently by something I would not have expected. While I was in England I visited St. Paul’s Cathedral. Worshiping in that great cathedral your eyes are drawn to the great dome. It is actually three domes, one on top of the other, with the highest and smallest dome having windows, making you think they are the very windows of heaven. I stood there in that great place, surrounded by exquisite art and architecture, and said to my friend:
“This building makes me believe in God.” I think he was somewhat taken back by my statement that a physical, man-made building could make me believe in God. But I said, “What else could inspire such a sense of transcendence and create a feeling of otherworldliness — a world of unspeakable beauty and holy purpose?” These glorious monuments to God are all over England and Europe — countries which were strongly influenced by the Christian faith. “Name me one monument to the devil which has been built in his honor,” I said to my friend. “I can’t think of one.”
But then I began to think. Actually, I have seen many monuments to Satan. One such monument to the devil exists in a country I visited a few years before, whose national religion is Voodoo, or devil worship — the country of Haiti. We drove by it on our way to the mission station in Cape Haitian. It is the center for Voodoo worship — a large mud hole where chickens are strangled and their blood poured into the pool. Rumors are that there are even secret rites where human sacrifices are offered to the devil, and their blood becomes a part of the mud as well. There are unspeakable acts of evil performed there. Worshipers come to cover themselves with the mud of that cursed place.
So there I stood thinking about one country whose religion worships Jesus Christ, and another country whose religion is devil worship. The monument to Jesus Christ was an exquisite cathedral, and the monument to the devil was a mud hole. One was transcendent in its themes and beauty, and the other was vile and ugly. One inspired noble thoughts and holy lives, the other aroused perverse thoughts and evil acts. One was elevating and the other degrading. One made you look up and the other made you look down. (Copied).