Observations on life; particularly spiritual

Revealed through creation

This is my Father's worldThis post comes from Lisa M Samra of Our Daily Bread.

In the 1901 hymn “This Is My Father’s World” (Appendix), pastor and poet Maltbie Babcock wrote of the delight he felt on his frequent outdoor walks, where he was captivated by breathtaking panoramic vistas. Writing of his fascination with the skies, seas, and creatures, he described sensing God’s presence and concluded, “He speaks to me everywhere”.

Although creation doesn’t have an audible voice, as His handiwork it’s one important way we learn about the One who “made the heavens and the earth and the sea and everything in them” (Acts 14:15). In creation we see evidence of God’s glory (Ps. 19:1), as well as aspects of who God is, such as His “eternal power and divine nature” (Rom. 1:20).

When we observe the strength of the wind or the roar of rushing water, creation showcases God’s power. Described in the poetry of Job 38, His power is evident in ordering the rotation of the earth (v12-15), directing the weather (v22-30), overseeing the cosmos (v31-33), and sustaining living creatures (v39-41).

Creation is also the means by which we experience many of God’s blessings. Through creation, He blesses us with food and drink (Gen. 1:29-30), as well as many other necessities that sustain us (Mt. 6:25-33). More than simply a physical blessing, creation is a way that God renews our strength and restores our souls as we experience the peace of gentle pastures and quiet streams (Ps. 23:1-3).

In all these ways and more, creation is visible and tangible evidence of who our Creator God is, revealing His character, love, and constant care of us.

Appendix: “This is my Father’s world“, by Maltbie Babcock

This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world,
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world.
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!

Acknowledgement

This post comes from an article, by Lisa M Samra of Our Daily Bread.

Posted, June 2022

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