“The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.” vss. 1,3-4
Pastors, jealous of nature’s hold on our imagination, will often disparage those who would rather go to the mountains than sit in a closed space for droning sermons. The psalmist would have been puzzled by their diatribes. For him the finest homilies came from nature. He says, “The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.” There are no words…no discernible sounds, yet nature speaks more eloquently than any preacher of the wondrous majesty of our Lord. And it’s a language everyone can understand…there’s no translation necessary. We who have seen the vibrant colors of sunrises and sunsets know the truth of what the psalmist writes. Some days the beauty is so breathtaking we have to stop in our tracks or even pull off the road to take it all in. We can’t even find adequate words to describe what we’ve seen and experienced. It’s humbling for us to know that nature can surpass Van Gogh in painting a picture of resplendent beauty. All we can do is utter a “Wow” and bow our hearts in praise of the universe. Think of it, even if we’ve never read a bible we can see the glory of God every single day!
Thought for the Day: Where does nature speak to me most clearly?