Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord, my God, You are very great! You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering Yourself with light as with a garment, stretching out the heavens like a tent. He lays the beams of His chambers on the waters; He makes the clouds His chariot; He rides on the wings of the winds, His ministers a flaming fire. He set the earth on its foundations, so that it should never be moved. You covered it with the deep as with a garment. The waters stood above the mountains. At Your rebuke they fled. At the sound of Your thunder they took flight. The mountains rose, the valleys sank down to the place that You appointed them. You set a boundary that they may not pass, so that they might not again cover the earth.
(Verses 1-9)
Man is the only created being who can fully appreciation creation. We are born with a sense of wonder and awe at things too great for us. The Grand Canyon is called just that "grand." So magnificent we catch our breath. The ocean when it's calm or roiling, filled with sea life we are still discovering. So deep that volcanoes spew beneath the service and squid live their lives in depths we haven't delved into. Forests covered in butterflies so thick we can't see the vegetation for their habitation on the limbs of every available tree. Flowing streams with fish that jump for joy. Highest peaks, snow-capped and glistening pink in the sunset of winter. Color, texture, composition all speak of the One Who composed it for our delight.
Man is the only created being who can express appreciation for creation. Dogs don't write songs about the beauty of their surroundings. We do. Monet used to sit and paint one scene as it looks in the morning, midday and evening. To capture its beauty as if with a time-lapse camera. Hymns and symphonies extol the wonders of the universe. Only man looks at the stars and wonders how far away they are. Sets about discovering the indiscoverable out of the awe inherent in us.
Man is created to worship the Creator. To look to the One Who is behind designing the tiniest cell in our bodies, programmed to predict and produce one unique human being. To long for relationship with God out of the sheer amazement at His brilliance. At His immensity. At His complexity. God made us in His image so we'd want to know Who our real Father is and look for Him. The created universe assures us that we don't have to look very far nor very hard. God wows me with the new bird of paradise that just peeped out of its green shoot this morning to greet me when I walked out onto my patio. The hummingbird singing in the tree outside my window today as its little chest heaves and its feathers vibrate with the work of it feels like a tiny gift to me as it winds its way from flower to flower. Like my Father is winking at me. "Slow down and look around at all I've made. It will still you. Center you. Make you look at Me." And it does. The God of All, paintbrush in hand, with our joy in mind, spent six days splashing color and texture, with broad strokes and finite details, onto Earth's canvas so we'd look upon it as an artist studies a masterpiece in the National Museum of Art. Studying His technique. Appreciating His talent. Adoring His mind. The grand master is still lord over all of it. And I am His.
(Verses 1-9)
Man is the only created being who can fully appreciation creation. We are born with a sense of wonder and awe at things too great for us. The Grand Canyon is called just that "grand." So magnificent we catch our breath. The ocean when it's calm or roiling, filled with sea life we are still discovering. So deep that volcanoes spew beneath the service and squid live their lives in depths we haven't delved into. Forests covered in butterflies so thick we can't see the vegetation for their habitation on the limbs of every available tree. Flowing streams with fish that jump for joy. Highest peaks, snow-capped and glistening pink in the sunset of winter. Color, texture, composition all speak of the One Who composed it for our delight.
Man is the only created being who can express appreciation for creation. Dogs don't write songs about the beauty of their surroundings. We do. Monet used to sit and paint one scene as it looks in the morning, midday and evening. To capture its beauty as if with a time-lapse camera. Hymns and symphonies extol the wonders of the universe. Only man looks at the stars and wonders how far away they are. Sets about discovering the indiscoverable out of the awe inherent in us.
Man is created to worship the Creator. To look to the One Who is behind designing the tiniest cell in our bodies, programmed to predict and produce one unique human being. To long for relationship with God out of the sheer amazement at His brilliance. At His immensity. At His complexity. God made us in His image so we'd want to know Who our real Father is and look for Him. The created universe assures us that we don't have to look very far nor very hard. God wows me with the new bird of paradise that just peeped out of its green shoot this morning to greet me when I walked out onto my patio. The hummingbird singing in the tree outside my window today as its little chest heaves and its feathers vibrate with the work of it feels like a tiny gift to me as it winds its way from flower to flower. Like my Father is winking at me. "Slow down and look around at all I've made. It will still you. Center you. Make you look at Me." And it does. The God of All, paintbrush in hand, with our joy in mind, spent six days splashing color and texture, with broad strokes and finite details, onto Earth's canvas so we'd look upon it as an artist studies a masterpiece in the National Museum of Art. Studying His technique. Appreciating His talent. Adoring His mind. The grand master is still lord over all of it. And I am His.
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