Spirit Soundings, August 1, 2014

“Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord from the heavens;
Praise the Lord in the heights!
Praise the Lord, all his angels;
Praise the Lord, all his host!
Praise the Lord, sun and moon;
Praise the Lord, all you shining stars!
(Psalm 148:1-3) 
 

Praising the Creative Creator

Over the past few summers, I have ventured into the Psalms as part of my devotional time – it has been a way of engaging the sounds of the faithful throughout the centuries.  In them I find a celebration of the beauty and majesty of creation.  Yesterday I spent part of the day up at Kirkwood Camp and Conference Center.  The quiet image of the lake, the vastness of the meadow, the rush of the water as we walked across the wooden bridge brought a sense of solace to my soul.  By now most of you may understand that I am a person of the water – one of my favorite sounds continues to be the breaking of ocean waves; that sound is like a lullaby by which my spirit is calmed.

SS1AUGRedeemerI can assure you that notwithstanding the west-east location shift, we have still found our way to the ocean in the past few months.  Actually if I think about it, I have always found my way to the ocean – whether it was living in Italy walking along the Mediterranean or visiting Hawaii, watching the daunting waves on the north shore of Oahu.  Perhaps it’s the swelling and rolling of the sea combined with the sounds of the tumbling water meeting the beach, but the presence of this natural melody makes me smile.

The perfection of this natural beauty renews my awareness of the grandeur and splendor of God’s creation.  The perfection of the lights that illuminate the evening rising faithfully into the night sky; the perfection of an ocean that seems to understand where it is to stop; a ‘tired’ sun setting in the west, causing an explosion of color – all of these images take me to a deep place of thanksgiving for the creative spirit of our God.  And so, after a day in the outdoors, I was again reminded of a gospel song by Nicole Mullen.  The following words capture the sense I experience when I allow myself to embrace the beauty of creation.

 Who told the sun where to stand until morning?

And who told the ocean ‘you could only come this far’?

And who showed the moon where to hide until evening?

Whose words alone can catch a falling star?

 

Well I know my redeemer lives;

I know my redeemer lives.

All of creation testifies;

this life within me cries

I know my redeemer lives.

 

The very same God that spins things in orbit

runs to the weary, the worn and the weak.

And the same gentle hands that hold me when I’m broken

They conquer death to bring me victory

 

Now I know my redeemer lives;

I know my redeemer lives.

Let all creation testify

Let this life within me cry

I know my redeemer lives. 

As we enter the second half of the summer season, may you experience and be reminded of the grandeur of God in your comings and goings.

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