His Glory Above the Heavens

 His Glory Above the Heavens

September 26, 2026

Psalm 113:1-6 (NKJV) 

1 Praise the LORD! Praise, O servants of the LORD, Praise the name of the LORD! 2 Blessedbe the name of the LORD From this time forth and forevermore! 3 From the rising of the sun to its going down The LORD’s name [is] to be praised. 

4 The LORD [is] high above all nations, His glory above the heavens. 5 Who [is] like the LORD our God, Who dwells on high, 6 Who humbles Himself to behold [The things that are] in the heavens and in the earth?

Today is a propitious day for us. This afternoon, we will start a journey up the Mississippi River. Who knows what wonders we will see of the “things that are in the heavens and in the earth?”  Whatever we will see, it will be an adventure.

According to Grokipedia (https://grokipedia.com/page/Mississippi_River), “The Mississippi River is the longest river entirely within the borders of the contiguous United States, measuring approximately 2,340 miles (3,766 kilometers) from its source at Lake Itasca in Minnesota to its delta in the Gulf of Mexico near New Orleans, Louisiana.[1] Its watershed encompasses about 1.2 million square miles (3.2 million square kilometers), draining portions of 31 states and 2 Canadian provinces, representing the largest drainage basin in North America excluding Canada.” At the time that Mark Twin wrote “Life on the Mississippi”, parts of the river were a mile wide, but with the construction of flood control levies, I’m not sure that is still the case. But regardless, the Mississippi is a mighty river and undoubtedly holds many wonders to behold.

I grew up only about 40 miles from the Mississippi, on the Illinois side, across from Hannibal, MO where Mark Twain was born. Many of the things he wrote about can still be seen in Hannibal, including the cave where Tom and Becky hid from Injun Joe. One time when we were touring Hannibal, the guide remarked on the construction of the old houses, and my sister and I just looked at each other and said that it looked just like our old house. In fact, when that old house was torn down in the 60’s, the hand hewn boards and  square nails were taken to Nauvoo where they were reconstructing the old Mormon village. Joseph Smith had built a town there for his Mormons before the good folks of Illinois encouraged them, rather violently, to move further west! I’m rambling, but the Mississippi River is in my blood and in my family history, so it will be interesting to see what we discover on this voyage.

We are starting from New Orleans, which is a city steeped in history, though much of that history is of an unsavory nature. It is a city of good food and good music and good times (“Laissez les bons temps rouler” as they say here.) Many love New Orleans, but as for me, I will be just as glad to board the boat and steam up the river to see what we can see.