Thursday, 3 June 2010

Creation is declaring

"the heavens declare..."


How captivating is the starry host on a dark moonless night. The expanse of the Milky Way, this river of twinkling lights, surrounded by the inky darkness of velvet! Beautiful, yet intimidating! Gigantically humongous! Incredibly large, in a seemingly endless and unreachable stygian blackness!


And what does this sight declare? The work of His fingers, His craftsmanship and, indeed, they speak even of His love. All around the globe, every human under heaven, witnesses this endless array of stars so bright that they hang plump in the night sky. And to know that the Creator of the heavens has named each and everyone and calls them out by name.


"Look up into the Heavens. Who created all the stars? He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name. Because of His great power and incomparable strength, not a single one is missing." Is 40:26


Why go to such an extreme of lavish proportions?


If God so caringly watches over the work of His Hands, the starry host so uncountable, we must know and understand how much He watches over us. Our delight in His creation echoes His delight over us.


"When I consider Your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him. And the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honour." Ps 8:3-5


This reminds me how Jesus brought out attention to the care of our Heavenly Father in Matthew 6 regarding our everyday subsistences like food, water and the clothes we wear. He pointed to the common sparrow, worthless in human eyes, yet the Father does not let one fall without His knowledge. Jesus goes on to re-iterate this vital fact of God's intimate concern by pointing to the abundantly beautiful lillies of the field.


So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lillies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?" Matt 6:28-30


Father, so loving; so kind; so generous; cares for the flowers and "the grass of the field that is here today and gone tomorrow." Infinitely more does Our Father care for us. This Holy Father, who saw us in our sin, before the heavens were created, still set this array of eye-catching entertainment to captivate us with His incredible glory. And what glory! Who on earth can create what the Heavenly Father has so lovingly put together for us to gaze upon. And think on this; He knew we would rebel, yet He gave us so much, preparing the earth for our survival, and indeed making us to have the dominion over it. Does this not show us the heart of the Father, full of love and care? This Holy God, who look upon our sin and instead of disdaining us, sent His Son full of grace and truth, even whilst we were sinners, to redeem us with His life giving blood on the cross on Calvary.


Indeed, creation screams out to us the enormity of God, the love of God, the highly visible manifestation of His invisible might and of the power of God, and of His Word and also of coming judgement for those who refuse to see that has been made plain to them.


"for that which is known about God is evident to them and made plain in their inner consciousness, because God [Himself] has shown it to them. For ever since the creation of the world His invisible nature and attributes, that is, His eternal power and divinity, have been made intelligible and clearly discernible in and through the things that have been made (His handiworks). So [men] are without excuse [altogether without any defense or justification]. [Ps 19:1-4] Rom 1:19-20


Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer. Ps 19:14

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