“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night-to-night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.” Ps. 19:1-4
Heavenly Father, having spent the past week along the stunning shoreline of Northern Ireland moves me to ask the question, yet again. How can anyone with any degree of sensory awareness and aesthetic sensibility ponder creation and not be compelled to worship you?
As David says in this Psalm, the things you have made declare your glory—“declare” as in whisper and shout; put us on our faces in awe, and onto our feet to dance.
In just this one small arena of your handiwork, the color green has taken on an entirely new meaning—all its hues and textures. And I saw the widest and most color-intense rainbow of my life. The scones here might even make it onto the menu of the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, and dare I suggest it, even the fish and chips?
And to think… the entire earth is going to be filled with the knowledge of your glory one Day. Every place will be just as special and glorious as the next. Each hamlet, township, rural community and bustling metropolis—every square inch of creation will be liberated from decay, consumer-abuse, and environment disaster.
Father, thank you for making the world for us to enjoy and steward. We so looking forward to dwelling in it forever, when it becomes the new heaven and new earth, at Jesus’ return. So Very Amen.
