I do not ever begin to understand how people can see the miracle of His Creation and not desire to know the One who created it…
Look at even one of His flying creatures. How do you describe the darting then instantly hovering moves of a ruby-throated hummingbird? The mesmerizing flight of a luminescent dragonfly over water, or a butterfly with endless colors and intricate patterns on those delicate wings? A bat in flight with wings resembling an outstretched human hand with a membrane in between? Who flies with such precision by its ears using sonar instead of by sight. A tiny little sparrow that God cares for even them, and knows when they fall to the ground. All around, so many different colorful varieties of budding flowers in various stages of bloom. Warm, soft wind that twists and turns the multi-colored leaves in different directions, as He sends a few of them from their habitation with the wind that blows wherever He wills. Does it ever make you think of the tree that Jesus died upon? (See here for the prophecies of the crucifixion, the curse of being hung on a tree)
Sunsets that defy our ability to ever completely capture them in time or expanse. New and original creations each and every day. Layered colors, different across the world, no beginning, no end, just a fade into the night. The fragrant rains that come and go, sometimes bringing thundering power that make men tremble and can erode even the stones if God permits them to go beyond their borders. Other times refreshing and reviving showers, bringing forth bud on the earth, and a unique perfume in the air.
He who builds His layers in the sky,
And has founded His strata in the earth;
Who calls for the waters of the sea,
And pours them out on the face of the earth—
The Lord is His name.
The animals, the varieties found just in my yard (or maybe snoozing on my bed) my little Schnorkie, a little man named Zacchaeus. He weighs less than 7 pounds, and doesn’t stand the height of a ruler, but fiercely chases down those big black birds that despise him and mock him on the fence. He doesn’t give up till every last one has taken flight. Skittering geckos climbing up the patio wall looking for a small meal. Prairie dogs popping up by the side of the road, watching the cars go by, whipping their little heads rapidly as they pass, just as if a fan at Nascar. Feather crested quails, usher their families quickly across that same road, their babies, barely bigger than tubby little puff balls. Bunnies indifferent to their presence as they strut by them, in a long family chain, led by one, each day sadly it grows smaller because of their predators. Strange new huge ring-necked doves woo on my fence. One bows endlessly before the other, cooing in some sort of courting ritual, as the other (presumably the female) slowly walks away seemingly indifferent pursued by the bowing suitor. Flocks of African peach faced lovebirds who found their way to my Saguaro in front, each year growing in number (along with the holes for homes in my cactus). They have the nerve to chastise me heartily each time I park by their home, flapping wildly holding onto a cactus spine, the blue tail feathers distinctly identify the males guarding their family. In additional displeasure they throw down little black seeds on my car if I leave it by their new home. Brats… Cactus raising their prickly arms towards the heavens, as if in worship to the One who made them.
The different and various types of vegetation around me amaze me; if I looked them all up, it wouldn’t be possible to have enough room to share here. Wherever any of us turn, we see such variety, the word itself is empty in attempting to describe what He has done for us. The many textures, shades and dimensions, sizes, shapes; none clashing with the next, but all stimulating our senses, providing us with joy if we would but see.
The heavens and earth declare His glory, but do we? May we remember, for who do we have but Him really?
The Lord opens the eyes of the blind; The Lord raises those who are bowed down; The Lord loves the righteous. The Lord watches over the strangers; He relieves the fatherless and widow; But the way of the wicked He turns upside down. Psalm 146:8-9
We have become blind, our senses dulled, we are not thankful. We don’t like to retain God in our knowledge, nor glorify Him as God… (Well at least many do not sadly.)
How often do we walk past these things, or even notice the intricacies and details; the colors, the patterns, curves and angles? Our senses couldn’t begin to drink in everything that surrounds us that He has made in this Universe. Many would rather believe in a theory of a Big Bang, yet can’t fathom the same instantaneous creation spoken by the very Word of an all knowing, all powerful, omnipresent God.
I look out at my simple plants which we’ve planted (and see some die) and smile at His provision. So many of them for eating, others made to cleanse our air and create oxygen, shelter, shade, to provide beauty, color, fragrance, aroma…all for our pleasure, for our good.
May we be that fragrance of our Lord to others
Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place. For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing. To the one we are the aroma of death leading to death, and to the other the aroma of life leading to life. And who is sufficient for these things? For we are not, as so many, peddling the word of God; but as of sincerity, but as from God, we speak in the sight of God in Christ. 2 Corinthians 2:14-17
Therefore be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma. Eph 5:1-2
Thank You Lord for all You have done for us.
But may be shared by anyone for His glory.