Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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,
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber;
It rejoices as a strong man to run his course.
Its rising is from one end of the heavens,
And its circuit to the other end of them;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.
Have you ever gotten up into some beautiful mountain wilderness? The kind of wilderness where you find a spot way up high and sit on a rock for a couple of hours and take it all in. The kind of place where you can see the jagged mountain peaks jetting up from the valley floor hundreds or even thousands of feet. A pine forest below that looks like a soft green carpet from the height where you are. The wind carries with it their scent as it makes you snuggle a little more into your down jacket. The sunshine glistens off of the glacier shaved rock faces of the cliffs below and you get a profound feeling that you are so very small. As you sit longer and gaze at the beauty you begin to have the awakening that not only are you very small, but that God is very big. His creation speaks of him. It’s grandeur is nothing more than a token of who he is, it’s majesty had it’s birth in his splendor.
For 19 days Lina and I walked through this wilderness. In many ways it was a cathedral of natural beauty, a spiritual experience of communion with the Father through the beauty he had made. In Muira’s name we try to hearken back to that interaction of the soul with it’s creator in the cathedral of his natural creation. Those moments were so rich for us and our prayer for our little one is that she too would find that quiet place of nurture with the Father.
Posted by Mark Bornstein at 9:15 AM