The Works of Our Hands

In that day people will look to their Maker
    and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 They will not look to the altars,
    the work of their hands

There is nothing like desolation to humble people.  Whenever you see a global disaster, you often see people in utter despair looking to the heavens for answers.  Crying out to God in utter desperation.

But when things are good, we marvel at the works of our hand, the towers that we have built, the grand things of life.  We forget our maker, we forget that we are finite beings only here for a blink of a moment.  

Do I have to wait til an earthquake wipes out our city, or I suffer a tremendous loss to look up to God and cry out?  My bones should ache, my heart cry out, my soul anguish in utter desperation for his presence in my life.