Oh sing to the Lord a new song. Sing to the Lord all the earth! Sing to the Lord, bless His name. Tell of His salvation day to day. Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples! For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised. He is to be feared above all gods. (Verses 1-4)
"Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements--surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? On what were its bases sunk or who laid the cornerstone when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?" God Italics, mine Job 38:4-7
Surrounded by the heavenly host, the God of All sat in the midst of an emerald rainbow as it glistened in the light of heaven. "Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!" cried the living creatures as the Alpha and Omega threw lightning bolts from his mighty hands and the Son spoke the universe into being! The Spirit caught the word and fashioned the sun and stars, galaxies and black holes. And God said, "It is good!" The very joy of being caused the stars to sing as they glowed with the fire breathed into them by the Spirit. A symphony created by the master Conductor that has played for centuries and centuries since. The wonder of the masterpiece made the living beings clap their hands. The beauty of the universe caused them to catch their breath. Such imagination. Such beauty. Such adoration for the God Whose mind could think such music and light. Heaven's laser show! And the beings couldn't help it. They all shouted for joy!
Astronomers at the University of Sheffield have recorded the striking music created by the magnetic field in the outer atmosphere of the sun. Coronal loops vibrate like strings on musical instruments. Other stars have been found to "sing" also. Our universe is constantly participating in a symphony it began when God said, "Let there be sun, moon and stars." Out there in space, long before man was created, the music of cello, harp and violin played in concert with the tympani of the pulsing planets. In our hubris we think, "Oh, the universe sounds like our instruments!" And God must smile. "No, your instruments sound like Mine." Can you imagine what we will hear in heaven?
If all the earth sings, all worship their benevolent Creator, it makes sense that we were born for worship, too. Recently, I listened to a tiny hummingbird sing and watched as its little chest heaved so hard its body rocked with the song. Very loud for such a small creature. I was made to worship like that. My thought. With all my being. Until it wracks and overtakes me in the doing. With all my heart, mind, strength and soul. My God is greatly to be praised! With a new song! Out of a new heart. For He has made our earth a shadow and type of His home. The garden of Eden, where He planted every type of flower, bush and tree beside a mighty flowing river so we have a taste of heaven where the River of Life pounds its power through a garden, the beauty of which we can only guess at because of the lushness of our own created planet. Light so bright it makes a day for us. A day that in heaven never turns to night. A sun that gives out its own light to show it's possible for God to be heaven's only brilliance.
And the fact that we were made for worship. We are, you know. That is why we go to other gods. We need to adore. The snake is still in our garden, telling us we can find all we need in some place other than the Star-flinger. Fill our hearts with other attachments and addictions that only evaporate in the aching void. Our hearts were created to love and adore the One Who deserves it! The One to Whom the planets and galaxies daily, hourly, minute by minute play their grand concertos on strings and drums. The One for Whom we should daily sing new songs of gratitude and exultation, for He lets us hear the music of His love.
"Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements--surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? On what were its bases sunk or who laid the cornerstone when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?" God Italics, mine Job 38:4-7
Surrounded by the heavenly host, the God of All sat in the midst of an emerald rainbow as it glistened in the light of heaven. "Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!" cried the living creatures as the Alpha and Omega threw lightning bolts from his mighty hands and the Son spoke the universe into being! The Spirit caught the word and fashioned the sun and stars, galaxies and black holes. And God said, "It is good!" The very joy of being caused the stars to sing as they glowed with the fire breathed into them by the Spirit. A symphony created by the master Conductor that has played for centuries and centuries since. The wonder of the masterpiece made the living beings clap their hands. The beauty of the universe caused them to catch their breath. Such imagination. Such beauty. Such adoration for the God Whose mind could think such music and light. Heaven's laser show! And the beings couldn't help it. They all shouted for joy!
Astronomers at the University of Sheffield have recorded the striking music created by the magnetic field in the outer atmosphere of the sun. Coronal loops vibrate like strings on musical instruments. Other stars have been found to "sing" also. Our universe is constantly participating in a symphony it began when God said, "Let there be sun, moon and stars." Out there in space, long before man was created, the music of cello, harp and violin played in concert with the tympani of the pulsing planets. In our hubris we think, "Oh, the universe sounds like our instruments!" And God must smile. "No, your instruments sound like Mine." Can you imagine what we will hear in heaven?
If all the earth sings, all worship their benevolent Creator, it makes sense that we were born for worship, too. Recently, I listened to a tiny hummingbird sing and watched as its little chest heaved so hard its body rocked with the song. Very loud for such a small creature. I was made to worship like that. My thought. With all my being. Until it wracks and overtakes me in the doing. With all my heart, mind, strength and soul. My God is greatly to be praised! With a new song! Out of a new heart. For He has made our earth a shadow and type of His home. The garden of Eden, where He planted every type of flower, bush and tree beside a mighty flowing river so we have a taste of heaven where the River of Life pounds its power through a garden, the beauty of which we can only guess at because of the lushness of our own created planet. Light so bright it makes a day for us. A day that in heaven never turns to night. A sun that gives out its own light to show it's possible for God to be heaven's only brilliance.
And the fact that we were made for worship. We are, you know. That is why we go to other gods. We need to adore. The snake is still in our garden, telling us we can find all we need in some place other than the Star-flinger. Fill our hearts with other attachments and addictions that only evaporate in the aching void. Our hearts were created to love and adore the One Who deserves it! The One to Whom the planets and galaxies daily, hourly, minute by minute play their grand concertos on strings and drums. The One for Whom we should daily sing new songs of gratitude and exultation, for He lets us hear the music of His love.
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