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Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Word-Filled Wednesday ~#124~ Creation with No Creator?


"God saw all that He had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning - the sixth day." ~Gen. 1:31 [emphasis, mine]

"Praise the LORD.
 Praise the LORD from the heavens,
praise Him in the heights above.
Praise Him, all His angels,
praise Him, all His heavenly hosts.
Praise Him, sun and moon,
praise Him, all you shining stars.
Praise Him, you highest heavens
and you waters above the skies.
Let them praise the Name of the LORD,
for He commanded and they were 
created.
He set them in place for ever and ever;
He gave a decree that will never 
pass away.
Praise the LORD from the earth,
you great sea creatures and all 
ocean depths,
lightning and hail, snow and clouds,
stormy winds that do His bidding,
you mountains and all hills,
fruit trees and all cedars,
wild animals and all cattle,
small creatures and flying birds,
kings of the earth and all nations,
you princes and all rulers on earth,
young mean and maidens,
old men and children.
Let them praise the Name of the LORD,
for His Name ALONE is exalted;
his splendor is above the earth and
the heavens.
He has raised up for His people a horn,
the praise of all His saints,
of Israel, the people close to His
heart.
Praise the LORD."
~Psalm 148
[emphasis, mine] 

"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities - His eternal power and divine nature - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse . . . They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than THE CREATOR - Who is forever praised. Amen." ~Romans 1:20, 25 [emphasis, mine]
 Our back yard in the fall.

We live in an old (c. pre-civil war era) home. Part of the "charm" of an old home is that you never know what will happen next. 

Today, DD#2 and I had a rather eventful afternoon in our old home. Shortly after noon, we heard fluttering in the floor vent in the kitchen. THAT was a little starling. We could tell it was probably a bird that SOMEHOW gotten into the cellar and then somehow got into a vent. That couldn't have been easy! It fluttered a little while and then stopped. Well, we prayed that it would find it's way out before it died because we had NO idea how we were going to get it out of there.

A few minutes later, Maggie was whining in the downstairs bathroom, about 15 feet from the kitchen register we had first heard the fluttering in. I went in to see what what wrong and out of the corner of my eye saw something moving on the floor just below a wall vent with a reproduction antique grate. Well . . . in all honesty . . . I screamed! Yes . . . I admit it . . . I thought it was a bat because it's wings were spread out in front of Maggie! lol 
 
So, when Maggie didn't follow me out, I went back in and saw that it was actually a poor little sparrow who, from fluttering around and then squeezing through the vent, had broken it's leg and possibly it's wing. Poor little thing! I quickly put on a pair of gardening gloves and picked up the little dear. DD#2 and I put it in an open shoe box with a little bit of water, but she was so hurt, panicked and exhausted that I didn't think it was going to make it to the nearby nature center. Poor little sparrow was barely hanging on by the time we got there and all they could do was keep it warm until it's little body would give out. But we were satisfied that we did all we could.

Really, I tell you all of that to get to this

As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I drove past a nature center employee's car. It had almost obligatory "Coexist" bumper sticker and equally silly Darwinian mock "ichthus" with legs, on the back fender. It ALWAYS makes me ask myself ~ WHY do those to want to believe that they care so much for creation NOT believe in THE CREATOR

How can they believe that they can even begin to understand the creation without a relationship with THE Creator? You CANNOT enjoy the creation to the fullest without a relationship with THE Creator. Without some understanding of the scope and love involved in God's beautiful creation (limited though our mortal understanding is), you only barely touch, you only barely glimpse, you only barely begin to enjoy whatever it is you get from being out in His nature, His creation

There is no PURPOSE to your pleasure . . . 
There is no One to be thankful to, to give praise and glory and honor to for allowing us the pleasure to be able to hear the divine melodies of the songbirds, to hear the eerily harmonious howls of coyotes in the woods, to feel the cool breezes that gently sweep across our faces, for the smells of falling leaves, to see the glorious colors of the autumn landscape . . . for the privilege of showing compassion to a helpless little sparrow so that it might pass in some semblance of comfort.  
If you do not believe that all of this was created by a magnificent Creator Who loves you and made a way for you to spend eternity with Him (ONE way, His Son, Jesus), then you have only begun to scratch the surface in your enjoyment of God's creation. His creative skills are evidenced all around you and Scripture says that you are without excuse. And deep inside, you know it's true.

Enjoy creation to the fullest ~ meet THE Creator. You will never be the same.

Blessings from Ohio . . . Kim<><   

3 comments:

  1. Excellent post, Kim! It hits home to me for a very personal reason. It saddens me greatly that people who enjoy the creation, do so without any desire to know or even admit that there is THE Creator!

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  2. Loved this. Thank you for trying to rescue the sparrow. You helped make his last moments on this earth more comfortable. I think God appreciates that too. <3

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  3. You are so right, Kim. Missing the heart of the Creator leaves a very temporal and superficial "appreciation" for nature. And to think - we ain't seen nuthin' yet! Beautiful post, and your blog is so special. God Bless.

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