Declared

"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. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the earth..." Psalm 19:1-4 

My family and I were on the back porch recently mesmerized by the setting sun. Pinks, purples, reds, oranges, aquas ... amazing! We were reflecting on how each and every sunrise and sunset are different in some way. They are slow and spectacular. It then dawned us how amazing it is that God made us in such a way that we find them beautiful and emotionally compelling. 

David, in his Psalms, routinely marveled at God's creation. In our mind's eye, we see David in the fields at night with the sheep staring deeply into the same constellations we see today. How beautiful the sunrises and sunsets were and are over the hills outside of Bethlehem. It struck him that the chorus of nature was multilingual, a deafening proclamation of God's power and grandeur.

Some of us don't sit still enough. We don't soak in God's handiwork as we ought. Still others of us err horribly by trying to turn his handiwork into an object of worship. The language of creation can be distorted either way, by refusing to listen or by replacing the real message with a false one. Let's allow the declaration of God's work to penetrate our hearts with the wonder of his majesty, his knowledge and his power.