I write these short posts on FaceBook and my blog. For me, they are a personal expression of worship evoked by living in this little bit of God's creation that surrounds me. The Psalmist’s prose speaks to his Creator's intention that His created world be our first Evangel. Behind the visible is the Invisible Creator. "The heavens declare the glory of God."
It’s Saturday afternoon. On the front lawn, winds bend the limbs of the elegant river birch tree downward. Amid sheets of falling rain, leaves twist and flutter helplessly. Bird feeders that dangle from black iron rods sway, but so far, cling to their moorings. Water makes a gurgling sound as it is slides from the roof and funnels down the gutters. Hummingbirds zip through millions of pellets of precipitation that fall from hundreds of feet above them and siphon the red nectar from their food stations. Our flat, serpentine, fieldstone walkways shimmer. Green mosses, that grow between the uniquely shaped stones drink with relief. Skies overhead are an unbroken, smooth, silvery canopy.
I move to the back porch, where I sit two stories above the ponds agitated surface. Discontented patches of wind-stirred water form islands that are separated by fiords of calmer disposition. There is no sign of its usual peaceful face.
It's all beautiful. It's all to be enjoyed. It's all intended to turn our thoughts, appreciation, and adoration toward our invisible Creator.
"By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible."
To believe is to see.