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Thursday, January 28, 2016

PSALM 19

One of our pastorates was in a farming community.
A favorite saying of one of our ranching families was,
"My stars!"
If it was truly astounding it was,
"My stars and garters!"
Well, this passage is truly worthy of
"My stars and garters!"



"The heavens are telling of the glory of God;
And their expanse (the firmament)
Tis declaring the work of His hands.
Day to day pours forth speech,
And night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words;
Their voice is not heard.
Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their utterances to the end of the world."
(verses 1-4)

 
Shut your mouth and listen up.  Look up. In cities and even towns, the artificial light of men dims the true light of God.  Sometimes we need to get away and look up into a night sky to marvel.  They speak for themselves.  Their expanse declares what the finger of God has done by the work of His hands.  The natural world of His creation pours forth speech.  "'The firmament.'  The whole visible expanse; not only containing the celestial bodies above referred to, but also the air, light, rains, dews."

 
 
I never was one who wanted to learn the names of the constellations.  It is a science, I know.  I know such knowledge has guided ships and wanderers upon this earth.  I admire those who do study them and have listened to marvelous explanations of the concert of the ages of the understanding of those constellations which all miraculously point to God.  I have been to the observatory in the mountains above Pasadena as a class field trip as a child.  But I just want to look up and see God, not a name man put upon the stars.  I want to say, "Look, there's God, and over there, see God!"

 
Have you seen pictures of birds sitting on wires, like musical notes?  So, the stars are like the notes of the music of the heavens.  Stars are like the glory of God peeking through.  Sometimes just a whiff of air can bring back memories of happy days of camping, sparks flying upward to join the stars up above.  Back to nature simply means back to the knowledge that there is someone greater than the speck that is us. 
 
The heavens have been there through all time since Creation.  Under heaven has occurred every act of love and every atrocity of man.  That's why we need to look up.   It's all really about the glory of God.  Declaring the glory, day to day speech pours out about the glory of God; night after night, the knowledge of the glory of God.  We need perspective, a constant reminder.  God has made sure that it is always available in the heavens above.

 
Did you realize that the whole of the passion behind evolution is the denial of a Supreme Being?  Man has always desired to get God off his back.  To be like God.  To be god.  To deny God and His glory.  Yet, here we are hurtling through space, spinning on earth's axis, with the whole atmosphere charged with the testimony that God is higher, God is bigger, God is greater, yet God is love.  That is His beauty.

 
No speech, no words, their voice without hearing.  What?  "Into all the earth hath gone out their sound; and to the extremity of the habitable world, their eloquence."  "In Romans 10:18 is asked, 'surely they have never heard, have they?  Indeed they have..." "for God designed that the light of the gospel should be diffused wheresoever the light of the celestial luminaries shone."(Adam Clarke)

 
 "The hope of the gospel that you have heard, which was proclaimed in all creation under heaven..." (Colossians 1:23) "because that which is known about God is evident within them; for God made it evident to them.  For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse." (Romans 1:19-20)  The preachers could all be silent and still the presence of the living God fills all the world enough to condemn those who deny truth. 

 
We can sing in harmony with the heavens,
the glorious symphony of creation,
or in discord of denial
sitting under the heavens
with our eyes closed
and our ears plugged
like a petulant child.

 
 


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