Below is winning entry in the 2026 Vision Writing Contest. The entry, entitled The Eternal Weight of Glory, was written by Christin Hunt.
The theme for this year’s contest was “More.”
(Note: the entry is reformatted from the original for the web.)
He dared to ask for more, though he had already experienced enough for a lifetime.He had seen a bush dancing with flames without crumbling to ash and heard his name called from the fire. He had split a sea and stood between walls of undulating glass, his lifted staff holding back both current and creatures. He had tasted heaven’s feast of bread that appeared with the morning dew, held stones inscribed by the hand of the Almighty, and felt a mountain tremble beneath the voice of God.
Moses was no novice to God’s glory.
And yet.
There he stood, somewhere between audacity and longing, daring to ask for more, making a request that reverberated through history: “Show me Your glory.” (Exodus 33:18)
Why? He had just seen the righteous anger of the Lord announce destruction for His wayward children, begged for mercy, and received pardon for his people. Perhaps that had made him bold. Or maybe he hoped that he’d be able to communicate God’s glory to his people and spur on their reverence.
Then again, perhaps there was a deeper truth Moses could hardly comprehend: proximity breeds longing. The closer one draws to glory, the more unbearable distance becomes. The burning bush did not satisfy him; it awakened him. The Red Sea did not settle his conviction; it deepened it. Every miracle was not a conclusion, but an invitation–a heavenly summons to know God more.
Still, what courage–or desperation–must bloom in a human heart to ask for more of the infinite? The request was reckless.
Moses knew something about holiness. He removed his sandals before it. He saw it strike down the gods of the Egyptians. He watched a mountain wrapped in thunder and clouds because of it.
And yet, he asked.
There was no divine rebuke; no divine “bless your heart.” No amused dismissal of a creature asking for what would undo him.
Instead, there was mercy.
The Lord informed Moses that he would be annihilated by God’s glory, but then continued, saying, “Behold, there is a place by me where you shall stand on the rock, and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by.” (Exodus 33:20-22)
God did not grant the request fully. He granted it safely.
Moses was tucked into the rock… hidden, shielded, covered by the hand that spun galaxies and formed souls. This cleft-rock mercy was the geography of grace. Moses would not see the face of Glory. But he would see the afterglow. The receding radiance.
And even that was nearly too much.
When Moses trekked back down the mountain, he didn’t know his skin was shining. But the people saw the result of his radioactive encounter with the Creator God and they were terrified. Moses’ face was radiant from speaking with the Lord (Exodus 34:29-30); the glory he glimpsed marked him, clinging like light that cannot be washed away. He veiled himself because the glory was blinding.
That is what the backside of Glory does to the flesh.
What, then, would the fullness of Glory do?
Centuries later, Isaiah would see only the hem of the Lord’s robe filling the temple (Isaiah 6:1). Not His face. Not His hand. Just the train of His garment. And the foundations shook. Seraphim veiled their faces and cried, “Holy, holy, holy.” Even sinless beings shielded themselves from the glory of God.
Scripture speaks of the weight of God’s glory. And weight crushes that which is unprepared.
Carbon, in its natural state, is soft and unimpressive, smudging under pressure. Yet, buried and compacted beneath the earth, carbon transforms. Heat and weight and time disciplines the element, aligning its atoms into strength as it becomes diamond. The very force that could have annihilated it gives it clarity. Pressure and weight produces brilliance and endurance.
Similarly, steel alone is brittle, shattering under a hard blow. But, when refined by fire, folded, hammered, heated and chilled, its internal structure changes. Weakness is driven out. Resilience is formed. The blade that survives the forge can bear weight the raw metal never could. Tempering feels violent. But it is mercy for what is coming.
If the full weight of divine glory were placed upon an untempered soul, it would not merely overwhelm. It would undo. The holiness of God is not survivable in its unveiled intensity; He is unapproachable light (1 Timothy 6:16), and, upon seeing the risen Christ, John fell at His feet “as though dead.” (Revelation 1:17)
Glory is not sentimental warmth. It is blazing perfection.
So how can creatures of dust hope for more? What gives us the boldness to ask God for the very thing that would destroy us? Where does this audacity come from?
Woven into humanity is a homesickness for something we cannot yet survive. Eternity is set in the human heart (Ecclesiastes 3:11), so we ache for transcendence. We chase beauty. We crave permanence. We hunger for more because we were made for more.
But being made for more does not mean we are currently prepared for it.
Enter: affliction.
The Apostle Paul, no stranger to beatings, shipwrecks, and imprisonments, dared to write: “For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)
Light.
Momentary.
One almost wants to object. Paul, have you forgotten the stones thrown at your body? The lashes? The loneliness?
But Paul is not minimizing suffering; he is relativizing it. When placed on the scale beside eternity, even agony becomes light.
Because affliction is not arbitrary.
It is preparatory.
What pressure is to carbon and steel, suffering is to the soul. It reorganizes us. It drives impurities to the surface. It exposes brittleness, forces dependence, hollows pride, and aligns internal structures toward endurance. It increases the compressive strength for a coming weight we cannot yet comprehend.
The trials we endure are quietly increasing our capacity for glory.
We imagine suffering as an obstacle to more, but Scripture presents it as the means to it.
Moses was hidden in the rock so that glory would not destroy him. We are hidden in Christ–the perfect Rock–not merely to survive glory, but to be shaped for it.
And there is something breathtaking here: God does not diminish His glory to accommodate our frailty. He sanctifies us to receive it. In receiving His glory, we recognize our sinfulness, and, in our repentance, are further sanctified.
When comfort is stripped, when prayers seem delayed, when bodies weaken, when reputations fracture, when nights stretch long and unanswered… these are not meaningless compressions. They are transformative.
A diamond does not resent the earth’s pressure once it sees the light.
A blade does not curse the forge once it tastes battle.
And the soul, once it stands in unveiled glory, will not regret a single affliction that made it able to stand.
Moses wanted more.
He did not yet know that one day, on another mountain, centuries later, he would stand again in glory–this time speaking with Christ Himself at the Transfiguration (Matthew 17:3). The one who once saw only the trailing edge of radiance would converse within it. His story was not finished at Sinai. It was only beginning.
The cry for more was not foolish. It was faith.
We, too, stand somewhere between audacity and longing. We ask for deeper intimacy, clearer vision, stronger faith. We sing of glory. We pray for revival. We speak of heaven. But do we understand what we are requesting?
To see more of God is to be undone and remade. To stand in glory is to have every shadow burned away. To behold infinite beauty is to have every lesser affection exposed.
And so, in mercy, God prepares us.
He allows compressions. He ordains heat. He measures out weight.
Not to crush us, but to refine us.
The day will come when faith will become sight. When glorified bodies–no longer fragile carbon, but diamond-strong–will endure what once would have incinerated us. When unveiled faces will not need to turn away. When the hem that filled the temple will not merely brush past us, but surround us.
And, in that moment, the word “more” will not be a restless longing, but a fulfilled reality. Until then, we are being made ready.
The burning bush was not enough. The Red Sea was not enough. The shining face was not enough.
Because, God did not intend for us to merely glimpse His glory from behind. He purposed us to dwell within it, completely permeated by His absolute righteousness. And every light, momentary affliction is increasing our capacity to bear the weight of it.
More is coming.
And mercy is shaping us to be strong enough to stand.