Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Print of the Creator's Finger

Let me walk through the world, so various, so beautiful, so pleasing with an open eye. It is strange that there are many who have no discernment of its wonderousness. They are dwellers in a palace, which has a variety and a magnificence that India's Taj Mahal never possessed and they are blind to its marvels!
But I would ask for a purged and illuminated vision  and then Your works in nature will astonish me. Let me walk through the world, which is the many-colored vesture of the Lord, with a believing mind.

It is both strange and sad, that men should be atheists in a universe which carries the print of the Creator's finger on   each grain of sand,   each blade of grass,   each beam of light. They are as senseless as one who would go through a large factory, with its complicated mechanisms and machinery, and would say, "I do not believe man exists!"

But I would be wiser than they. I would subscribe to William Law's sentiment, "Nature is what it is for this end only that the hidden riches, the invisible powers, the blessings, the glory, and the love of the unsearchable God  may become visible, sensible, and manifest in it and by it!" This is a saner conclusion than the atheist's.

And let me walk through the world with a joyous soul. No doubt, there is much in it to fill the heart with painfulness; and pessimism has turned to the strifes and sorrows of creation for proof of its dismal creed.

But the goodness of God is written, too, in letters of gold on hill and lake and mountain and forest and stream. Not a sunrise, but speaks of His patient and enduring grace. Not a sunset, but stirs the conscience of the sinner, and opens Heaven itself to the saint. So much of His divine glory, the Almighty Maker conveys   by His sunrise and sunset touches,   by His flowers and woodland trees,   by His vast ocean and starry sky. Therefore let me be strong and of a good courage, He remembers me, His redeemed child!

The sights and sounds of the landscape ought to be preachers and trumpets of the glory of God. In the cool of the day, when I pass through the country fields, or climb to the summit of the hill, or sit and gaze across the sea God and my soul should meet and talk.

[Alexander Smellie]


Psalm 104:24 ...  O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.

Psalm 19:1-3 ... The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.  Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.

Isaiah 40:28 ... Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.❤