If you were Creator of all, how would you communicate with your creation? Would you speak with the voice of a man or would you resound with the crash of thunder, the silence of a forest at night, and the songs of a thousand types of bird? Would you write only in the words of man or would you carve grand canyons with a mighty finger using river ink and would you toss comets through space and force fiery eruptions of lava from earth's crust? Would you signal the change of seasons with a simple calendar or would you use the aroma of flowers in bloom, sun-ripened fruit, and mellow leaves of autumn with a calendar framed by moon and stars? Would you be satisfied with words of love, only, for the children made in your image, or would you touch those children in power to heal, to restore, to cleanse and to reassure of your love?
God is speaking with every voice, painting with every palette, touching with every sensation, enticing with every fragrance and reaching with all passion for the Creation He loves. How is it that we wonder if He's there?
Psalm 19:
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
where their voice is not heard.
4 Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
blessings,
Rob Smith
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