“The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is 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. In them He has placed a tent for the sun,”
-Psalms 19:1-4 (NASB)
Ahhh… God’s invisible attributes, proclaimed by His creative calling card. The stars… The skies… The stones underneath our feet… seemingly inanimate objects that burst forth in animation when given the chance to praise their Creator. We don’t see them do it. No, we’re too wired for science — sound, sight and sanity. We see a tree and instead of clapping and dancing we see plant cells filled with simple sugars and water and leaves with chlorophyll and veins. We learn Latin names for species and other fancy things that make us sound smart and fill our heads with notions of intelligence. But when was the last time you stared at a tree and appreciated it for being a tree? Nigh, not just any tree, but a beautiful tree. Even more, a beautiful dancing tree, clapping its branches like hands to a beat only it can hear?
This month I’m reading and reflecting in the Psalms and every time I open them up I’m drawn into their marvelous imagery. The heavens are telling… The expanse (sky) is declaring… Like a town crier they turn from ear to ear with their message. Like a teacher they pour forth knowledge. Can you hear them? No? Me neither. Not their voices, anyway. No human can hear them. Their audience is not of Creation. It is the Creator who hears. To us, they never utter a word and yet say everything. “He is glory! He is lovely! He is holy! The Almighty!” They speak. But never say a word. Invisible attributes declared through existence.
The stars and clouds are missional. They are incarnational. They are showing us how we should be. witnesses of the Almighty God. But we know more than they. For the Almighty God is loving and kind, who took on flesh and blood, who died to redeem mankind, and will one day make all things new.
That’s our part of the story to tell. The heavens have the “might” thing down. Look at a meteor shower. Feel kinda small? Our part is to tell how the mighty became meek so the meek could become mighty. The righteous for the unrighteous. The just for the unjust. So we might become sons and daughters — so much more than the stars and clouds.