Good Monday morning (4.11.11),
The
Bible says we shall go forth with joy and the mountains and the hills will
break forth with song and all the trees of the field will clap their hands (Is.
55:12). I’ve always loved that scripture even though it reminded me more of a
child’s television show than a holy scripture.
Recently
the Lord has been talking to us about opening our spiritual eyes. I’ve been
attempting to practice seeing and I’m finally beginning to realize why
the hills are singing and the trees are clapping.
The
hills and trees rejoice because, in some way that actually does mimic
children’s stories, they are simple enough to ignore everything going on
around them…the deforestation, the suburban sprawl, the acid rain… and just
sing and clap and dance and bow down because of the presence of the Lord upon
the earth.
Can I
become as simple as a child? Can I be as joyful as a tree?
A tree
knows nothing except its Creator. It understands there is only one reason it
lives. It has no problems with self-awareness or self-empowerment or self-pity
or self-glorification or self-destruction. It’s just sending down roots into
soil for nourishment and reaching up branches toward the life giving sun.
If I
really try, I think I can learn something from that tree. Something
momentous and life altering. Something freeing.
Put
down roots where I can be fed; lift my hands and face toward heaven. Rejoice.
How simple is that?
The
Bible explains that the glory of the Lord fills the whole earth. I never knew
what that meant until I heard the testimony of the man who spent 23 minutes in
hell. He said that hell is a literal place characterized by the absence of
anything belonging to God. Since every good and perfect gift comes from God
(James 1:16-18), then hell is a place devoid of anything good or perfect.
Conversely,
everything I encounter that is good or perfect or pleasing or lovely or
peaceful or loving or joyful (attributes of God’s character), is a reflection
of God’s presence.
Sunshine
on my skin has taken on a whole new meaning. Birdsong stops me in my tracks. A
budding flower makes me sigh with wonder at something God made for no reason
other than pure artistry. Or, maybe (heart be still), He created that flower
because way back when the seed was released and blown by the wind to this spot
on this path it was because He knew I would be walking this way at this exact
moment.
Thank
You, Lord! How thoughtful! Thank You for loving me with such a simple,
uncomplicated, no-strings-attached kind of love!
Once my
eyes are opened to everything good that surrounds me I want to act like a hill
or a tree, leaping and clapping and dancing and singing. These things…gentle
spring rain, children’s laughter, a kind word, a cool breeze, a friend’s
reassuring touch…cause my heart to respond with abandoned gratitude as I
recognize how my Creator has placed reminders of Himself all around me, all the
time, everywhere I look.
It’s as
if He is saying, now that I’m listening, ‘I knew you would love the way
the sun light dances on water, so I designed ripples in that creek. Oh yes, and
I knew you would not be able to resist putting your cheek against that filly’s
muzzle, so I made it extra soft. By the way, beloved daughter, don’t you just
love warm juicy strawberries straight from the garden?’
Oh, God
loves us so much! He has filled the earth with countless examples of His
goodness, all of which communicate some aspect of Himself.
He wants us to know Him. He wants us to reach out, just like the trees, and
receive His love unreservedly, unashamedly, without asking if we are worthy or
not.
When we
are looking at the good things, recognizing them for the gifts they are, then
it’s difficult to look at anything else. It’s easy to be grateful, filled with
thanksgiving, lifting our voices to praise Him, skipping along with joy and
clapping our hands in delight.
Try it
sometime. It will change your life.
“Nevertheless,
as surely as I live and as surely as the glory of the LORD fills the whole
earth…” (Num. 14:21)
“Let
the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all the
things which fill it; let the field be exultant, and all that is in it! Then
shall all the trees of the wood sing for joy before the Lord…” (Psalm 96:11-13)
“For
ever since the creation of the world His invisible nature and attributes, that
is, His eternal power and divinity, have been made intelligible and clearly
discernible in and through the things that have been made (His
handiworks).” (Rom. 1:20, Amplified)
Laurie
Gross