“The heavens keep telling the wonders of God, and the skies declare what he has done...They don't speak a word, and there is never the sound of a voice. Yet their message reaches all the earth…” Psalm 19:1-4 (CEV)
My grandparents were farmers. “Early to bed and early to rise…” Yet on one night in August grandma would get us out of bed in the middle of the night and we would grab a quilt and a lawn chair and go outside to stare at the sky to watch the annual meteor shower. Grandma did not believe in God yet was so awed by heavenly displays of creation she had to pause and enjoy them, and pass that same appreciation on to us. As I grew older we would identify the various constellations and track their movement throughout the year. I’d stare at the stars and wonder how many years it took their light to reach my eyes. How often I have stopped what I was doing to take in a rainbow or a sunset; or run out to the barn to enjoy the sights and sounds and smell of a summer thunderstorm, hearing the rain pound on the roof as the breeze brought a fresh smell from across the meadow. Yes, there is no “voice” in a bright orange harvest moon, but somehow I heard the heavens speaking, “The hand that made us is divine.” The heavens still speak. Take the time to enjoy what they are saying.
“What though in solemn silence all move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice nor sound amidst their radiant orbs be found? In reasons ear they all rejoice, and utter forth a glorious voice; forever singing, as they shine, “The hand that made us is divine.” Joseph Addison, “The Spacious Firmament on High.”
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