The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
Psalm 19:1-4a
The psalmist nails it. Creation speaks to us, doesn’t it? Whenever we take the time to take in something bigger or more beautiful than that which is built by mere mortals, there’s a proclamation that takes place. There’s a declaration that surpasses the boundaries of language and says something to every single soul. “I am small. God is big. I am weak. He is strong. The sun is always on time. I, however, am often late. I am creation but He, He is Creator.”
The psalmist nails it. Creation speaks to us, doesn’t it? Whenever we take the time to take in something bigger or more beautiful than that which is built by mere mortals, there’s a proclamation that takes place. There’s a declaration that surpasses the boundaries of language and says something to every single soul. “I am small. God is big. I am weak. He is strong. The sun is always on time. I, however, am often late. I am creation but He, He is Creator.”
