Words and photos by: Joseph Koh
A photo journal of Iceland
Coming from compact Singapore, I was continually confronted by creation when in Iceland. With vistas that stretched further than my eyes could see, and winding roads that led to pristine lakes and explosive geysers, I felt almost like a fish out of water.
Iceland is replete with geological contrasts: mammoth glaciers and fiery volcanoes are found on the same island. Every turn takes you on a multi-sensory adventure. It is a land of light and darkness — the sun accompanies you to sleep during the summer, whilst the rays are elusive in winter.
Yet, as I basked in nature for two whole weeks, I was most awe-struck by a certain duality: that the Mastermind of such majesty and magnitude would be so invested in the inconsequential details of my life. Day after day, the cosmos arrested my reckless heart, reminding me that if I’ve got a God who has this world all figured out, He cannot be any less in control of my life.
I remember sitting motionless in the car, whilst waiting for my friends to return from the supermarket, and listening to So Will I (100 Billion X) by Hillsong United. Tears began to stain my cheek as I marvelled at His glory and divine nature (Psalm 19:1; Romans 1:20) — my heart couldn’t help but bow in reverence.
And as You speak
A hundred billion galaxies are born
In the vapor of Your breath the planets form
God of salvation
You chased down my heart
Through all of my failure and pride
You’re the One who never leaves the one behind
So he told them this parable: “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it? (Luke 15:3-4, ESV)
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.
(Psalm 139:7-10, ESV)