Today's
Reading:
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 reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
Psalm 19:1-6
A silent song,
dancing above the trees and rushing through waters. Climbing to the
mountaintops and proclaiming, 'He is God.' The silent song of glory sings its
tune of praise in each new life that hides in the forest and in the field. The
stars know the melody. Each night their soft glow quietly lights the sky and their
gentle voices become one as they whisper, 'He is the maker. ' We
too know the song. We get glimpses when we stare at the painted horizon as
evening approaches. We see it as the snow silently falls outside our window.
It's in the sun's warmth, and the bird's song. And we hum along, each time we
stop in wonder at the Creator. It's His song. It says He is love and our source of joy. It says He is provider and protector. It says He is steadfast, worthy of praise. All powerful, all consuming. Savior and King.
He doesn't proclaim His glory in a voice of
thunder that shakes the Earth. His power is mighty and Sovereign. Eternity is
His. And yet He gives no speech, no words, no sound to life's voice that He created and
shaped at command. The very beings He kneels down and breathes life into and pours Life into, can see it but will never hear it. His silent song...
It is everywhere. All around us, consuming
us. Each day and night, the silent sound fills our very being. We can easily tune it
out. But when eternity begins, we may find ourselves being asked,
'Did you hear it? My song? I was
playing it for you.'
"God dwells in His creation and is everywhere indivisibly present in all his works. He is transcendent above all His works even while He is immanent within them."
- A.W. Tozer
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