2/16/12 “This is my
Father’s World and to my listening ears all nature sings and round me rings the
music of the spheres…..of rocks and trees and skies and seas, His hands thy
wonders wrought….” (lyrics
from memory, but Chris Rice’s piano rendition is playing on my iPod, as I type)
An often said adage, “two texts of knowing God are His word,”
(Psalm 119:38) and His creation. (Romans 1:20) has been clearly revealed to me
this week---becoming truth in my own life. Whether seeing Who God is, in His
Word, or seeing and hearing God on my walks, I have come to know and love Him
more.
But it was that tune remembered from years ago that flooded
me with the truth that is proclaimed in nature. Nature is that open book to the
beauty not only of creation but also of the Creator Himself.
That hymn was introduced to me sitting in a pew at First Christian Church (Disciples of Chris) on Madison Avenue in Clarksville, TN. Probably elementary age. Probably winded from the long walk to get there from So. Second Street.
Sitting next to me was another “text” of knowing God, my grandmother. Jesus was written all over Mama Davenport’s life.
How grateful I
am for that “text” in her life. May I become such a “text” to others.
