Because everywhere I look - from the rippling mud puddle to the cloud-topped mountain, from the dark of the ocean floor to the eternal expanse of the heavens - my heart is turned toward Him, our Creator God.
The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it - Psalm 24:1
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photo by Olof S
Do you ever think that perhaps, just as there are identifiable love languages, there are also worship languages?
For some, composing or performing or singing music inspires worship.
For others, perhaps it is service to mankind that richly draws forth experience with God.
For still others, discussion and debate of theology and doctrine promote intimate encounters with internal faith.
I'm sure we could think of many languages of worship.
Engaging with the created world thrills my soul-spirit-mind-self, and it is there I find powerful communion with God.
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photo by kevindooley
The earth and every life form upon it invite me to an experience tangible . . . to touch that which is intangible.
For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. Romans 1:20
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photo by Todd Ryburn
Daddy red bird pauses on a branch outside my kitchen window, and I smile and think of Him.
Dandelions burst forth in spring, and I can't help but to think of the One whom the earth could not hold.
The sun sinks in blazing colors so nuanced and unique, the paintbrush can only dream of recreating the work of the Artist's Hand.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. (Psalm 19: 1-3)
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This is why I hug trees and worry over our waste and nurture myself and my family with that which God created and seek to live gently on and steward wisely the glorious planet created especially for us. Because it is His.
How could I not tenderly care for the handiwork of the One my soul adores?
O Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all
The works Thy Hand hath made,
I see the stars,
I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy pow'r throughout
The universe displayed.
When through the woods
And forest glades I wander
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze;
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
("How Great Thou Art" -- lyrics, Carl Boberg)
Happy Earth Day!
