The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. (ESV)
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. (ESV)
Cities can be marvelous things filled with towering
buildings, twinkling lights, and a wild array of colors, yet they are, at best,
imitations of the glories of God. No
building, however wonderfully designed, can match the grandeur of mountains. No electric lights can compete with the
sparkling of stars. No pigment or neon
can match the palette with which flowers, deep sea creatures, and sunsets are
painted.
Most of us live in urban or suburban environments. Our is the world of sidewalks and pavement
and electronics. We think we have tamed
the elements by controlling light and temperature so that we live in
comfortable, well-lit rooms twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Perhaps instead our achievements have tamed
us, made us pale imitations of the vibrantly alive creations we were made to
be. Ask yourself just how vibrantly alive
you feel walking through your workplace or even your home.
So, go for a walk in the rain, without an umbrella. Breathe in slowly the hot breezes of
summer. Look up and look out at the
canopy of trees or the blanket of stars.
Even if skyscrapers block most of your view, you can, if you try, see a
fleecy white cloud in an aerial sea of blue.
Stay with that cloud for a moment as you walk to your next
destination. Christians do not worship
nature, but we join with it in declaring the glory of God. Such declarations are the work for which your
soul was made.
Thank You, Father, for Your magnificent works of
creation. Kindle again in me awe and
wonder as I drink in the glories of Your hand, and from such inspiration may my
gaze find You. In the name of Christ
Jesus, my Lord. Amen.
Copyright © 2018 by Steven R. Perkins
Copyright © 2018 by Steven R. Perkins
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