THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Mauna Kea
By Bobby Davis November 22nd, 2025
“He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name.” Psalm 147:4
Our trip to Mauna Kea, on the Big Island of Hawaii, had led us up a winding road to the top of this extinct volcano. Along the way, brightly colored cinder cones, lava of every description, and sheer drop offs caught my eye. It had been a long ride, and now I was ready to explore the summit.
There was a bite in the air. A freezing wind had replaced the warm tropical breezes caressing the beaches. Taking a few steps, I suddenly felt lightheaded. Dark spots appeared in my vision as I remembered our guide’s continuous warnings about low oxygen levels, so I backed up to one of the observatory walls.
We were at nearly 14,000 feet, the air pressure was 40 percent less than at sea level, and we all felt dizzy; but the view was spectacular! Far below us, the golden, setting sun splashed the tops of the white clouds with gold as the sky turned an ever-deepening shade of electric blue. A prayer slipped from my lips, even as my heart swelled with amazement for the God of the Universe who had created such beauty.
As darkness gathered, we descended to 10,000 feet, then pulled over so our guides could set up several large telescopes. Because of the observatories on the mountain, light ordinances on the island are some of the strictest in the world. But as I stepped off the van, I noticed the sky was ablaze with stars.
“Is that light from the city of Kona?” I asked stupidly, pointing to the bright haze overhead.
“Oh no,” the guide chuckled. “That is the Milky Way!”
Looking down at my hands, I was sure I could easily read a newspaper by starlight! Incredible, I whispered to myself.
Using a laser beam, our guide pointed out the North Star—and then the Southern Cross constellation on the southern horizon. Suddenly, waves of memories flooded my mind and tears blurred my vision. I’d grown up in the southern hemisphere, and in my mind I was eight years old again, sitting with my father on the front porch steps, staring at the stars in the Brazilian sky. Dad had faithfully taught me about the great God of the heavens, and now those memories overwhelmed me.
A peaceful feeling stole over me—a quiet confidence in my Heavenly Father who had been there for me from the beginning of time—who loved me more than anyone could—and who, at that very moment, was keenly interested in getting my attention. I felt His closeness and worshipped Him with words penned so many years ago: “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth!”
Psalm 8:3–4, 9.
Mauna Kea
By Bobby Davis November 22nd, 2025
“He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name.” Psalm 147:4
Our trip to Mauna Kea, on the Big Island of Hawaii, had led us up a winding road to the top of this extinct volcano. Along the way, brightly colored cinder cones, lava of every description, and sheer drop offs caught my eye. It had been a long ride, and now I was ready to explore the summit.
There was a bite in the air. A freezing wind had replaced the warm tropical breezes caressing the beaches. Taking a few steps, I suddenly felt lightheaded. Dark spots appeared in my vision as I remembered our guide’s continuous warnings about low oxygen levels, so I backed up to one of the observatory walls.
We were at nearly 14,000 feet, the air pressure was 40 percent less than at sea level, and we all felt dizzy; but the view was spectacular! Far below us, the golden, setting sun splashed the tops of the white clouds with gold as the sky turned an ever-deepening shade of electric blue. A prayer slipped from my lips, even as my heart swelled with amazement for the God of the Universe who had created such beauty.
As darkness gathered, we descended to 10,000 feet, then pulled over so our guides could set up several large telescopes. Because of the observatories on the mountain, light ordinances on the island are some of the strictest in the world. But as I stepped off the van, I noticed the sky was ablaze with stars.
“Is that light from the city of Kona?” I asked stupidly, pointing to the bright haze overhead.
“Oh no,” the guide chuckled. “That is the Milky Way!”
Looking down at my hands, I was sure I could easily read a newspaper by starlight! Incredible, I whispered to myself.
Using a laser beam, our guide pointed out the North Star—and then the Southern Cross constellation on the southern horizon. Suddenly, waves of memories flooded my mind and tears blurred my vision. I’d grown up in the southern hemisphere, and in my mind I was eight years old again, sitting with my father on the front porch steps, staring at the stars in the Brazilian sky. Dad had faithfully taught me about the great God of the heavens, and now those memories overwhelmed me.
A peaceful feeling stole over me—a quiet confidence in my Heavenly Father who had been there for me from the beginning of time—who loved me more than anyone could—and who, at that very moment, was keenly interested in getting my attention. I felt His closeness and worshipped Him with words penned so many years ago: “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth!”
Psalm 8:3–4, 9.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Mauna Kea
By Bobby Davis November 22nd, 2025
“He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name.” Psalm 147:4
Our trip to Mauna Kea, on the Big Island of Hawaii, had led us up a winding road to the top of this extinct volcano. Along the way, brightly colored cinder cones, lava of every description, and sheer drop offs caught my eye. It had been a long ride, and now I was ready to explore the summit.
There was a bite in the air. A freezing wind had replaced the warm tropical breezes caressing the beaches. Taking a few steps, I suddenly felt lightheaded. Dark spots appeared in my vision as I remembered our guide’s continuous warnings about low oxygen levels, so I backed up to one of the observatory walls.
We were at nearly 14,000 feet, the air pressure was 40 percent less than at sea level, and we all felt dizzy; but the view was spectacular! Far below us, the golden, setting sun splashed the tops of the white clouds with gold as the sky turned an ever-deepening shade of electric blue. A prayer slipped from my lips, even as my heart swelled with amazement for the God of the Universe who had created such beauty.
As darkness gathered, we descended to 10,000 feet, then pulled over so our guides could set up several large telescopes. Because of the observatories on the mountain, light ordinances on the island are some of the strictest in the world. But as I stepped off the van, I noticed the sky was ablaze with stars.
“Is that light from the city of Kona?” I asked stupidly, pointing to the bright haze overhead.
“Oh no,” the guide chuckled. “That is the Milky Way!”
Looking down at my hands, I was sure I could easily read a newspaper by starlight! Incredible, I whispered to myself.
Using a laser beam, our guide pointed out the North Star—and then the Southern Cross constellation on the southern horizon. Suddenly, waves of memories flooded my mind and tears blurred my vision. I’d grown up in the southern hemisphere, and in my mind I was eight years old again, sitting with my father on the front porch steps, staring at the stars in the Brazilian sky. Dad had faithfully taught me about the great God of the heavens, and now those memories overwhelmed me.
A peaceful feeling stole over me—a quiet confidence in my Heavenly Father who had been there for me from the beginning of time—who loved me more than anyone could—and who, at that very moment, was keenly interested in getting my attention. I felt His closeness and worshipped Him with words penned so many years ago: “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth!”
Psalm 8:3–4, 9.
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