Saturday, May 26, 2007

all the trees of the field clap their hands

Psalm 98:1 & 7-9
“Oh sing to the Lord a new song, for He has done marvelous things!...Let the sea roar and all that fills it, the world and those who dwell in it! Let the rivers clap their hands; let the hills sing for joy together before the Lord for He comes to judge the…world with righteousness…”

Most people, I think, imagine that this Creation song is reserved for the end of all things. That the silence the rocks have been fighting to maintain for centuries will finally rupture into jubilation on the day we’ve all been raptured to heaven.

That all soulless matter—grass, pansies, mountains, streams, pussy willows—will suddenly (in the twinkling of an eye) become animated with personality and sound

The perfectly quiet witnesses of Creation—who have held their “tongues”, not due to some Divine command to tell no one what they had seen and heart, but due to incredible awe that refused sound. To them, Creation was an act that inspired awe-filled silence even until now.

Look at the closest tree or pebble, it is still contemplating what it saw and heard thousands of years ago.

But I think they are already exulting. That silence was broken long ago, and all Creation has been worshiping in their own way far longer than you or I have existed. The trees pointing upward, the mountains shaking in a shimmy intended to glorify God, and the ocean teeming with irrepressible exultation and moshing.

These witnesses aren’t silent or still—we are merely deaf and blind if we miss their joyful Hallelujahs.

“…For His invisible attributes, namely His eternal power and diving nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse…””
Romans 1:18-23

1 comment:

Randy and Danielle said...

Um... I would just like to say, I couldn't agree more! I love watching the tree limbs movement - and can't help but wonder if they are not bowing to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords!