Recently while on vacation in Arizona, I visited the Grand Canyon and was moved to tears at the grandeur. Even so, you may be surprised to hear that it wasn’t so much the Canyon itself that drew this strong reaction from me. No, it was something even more massive, more immense, and more grand that overwhelmed me to the point of tears.

Of course, the Grand Canyon is grand, and massive! At an average of 1 mile deep and 10 miles across, one cannot fully get a grasp of it, even when standing on the edge at the South Rim. It was like my eyes, my brain, and my senses could not fully take it in. Almost incomprehensible, it didn’t seem “real” to me.

How insignificant and humbled I felt standing near it. In the presence of the Grand Canyon, I had a sense of how small, insignificant and brief one life (my life) is in comparison to something so huge, enduring, and grand. Yet, that is not what moved me to tears.

What made me cry were all the people there, admiring and taking in the beauty and majesty of the Grand Canyon–people from all over the world, in all shapes, sizes, and colors. That day, looking at all the people, I had an overwhelming sense of how God loves each and every one of them—fully, completely, without conditions—even though most of them don’t even acknowledge Him, much less love and serve Him.

God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but shall have eternal life.” (John 3:16)

Of the hundreds of people there that day, how many had found Jesus? How many were saved, sealed by God’s Spirit for eternal life?

The question came from the Spirit, but the same Spirit brought to mind an answer from Scripture:

“Small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” (Matthew 7:14)

How many of the people there with me had found Jesus, that narrow gate? How many were walking that narrow road with Him as a disciple? According to Jesus, “only a few.” 

My eyes shed tears that I could not stop if I had wanted to. Overwhelmed, I cried for all the people who look at something as grand as the Canyon, yet never give a passing glance or thought of our Grand God.

Like Jesus weeping for Jerusalem, I wept that His love is so grand, but so few realize it, want it, or return it.

I wept that my love for others is so pitiful and conditional in comparison to His love for the world.

And I wept for joy. Yes, joy because I have found Jesus, the small gate. With Him, I am walking the narrow road that leads to life.

Yes, I belong to the God who made the Grand Canyon! What a Grand God I serve, a God so Grand in His Love!