Reflection: Nature speaks
At about the age of five I was introduced to one of the scientific wonders of the world — the magnet. With a collection of metal shavings on paper, my brothers and I took turns at orchestrating the dance, the drag, and the suck of a million silver splinters.
All too often that’s a vignette of my day. The splinters massing to the magnet are the little dailies, and the magnet is inevitably…me. What does the Creator think about that? To get our attention he stages a tornado where we, with Job, are swept up in pageantry and poetry:
Survey earth’s foundations, not a tape can scale.
Witness seas, proud and bursting, corked at his call.
Soft bunny-wrap of cloud, fashioned by his hand.
Mystery of darkness, his orchestra and plan.
Each individual sunrise, his artistry and command.
Explain the laws of heaven, energy of an atom.
Gentle breeze, windy torrent, lightning clap and thunder explosion.
Search the source of sea, path of light, snow and hail stored for the fight.*
Who drops the dew, sugar-sifts the frost and tips the jugs of rain.
Designs Icicle and iceberg, copious constellations and starry chains.**
Prayer: I bow in confession, Lord God. With fanciful imagination I do get carried away with myself. I’m putting away my dress-ups and distractions. Stepping into your tempest of strength and ferocity I can only kneel, cover my eyes, stop my ears. You, KING OF THE UNIVERSE graciously lift your sceptre. How rich, to worship you.
*Literally: storehouses reserved for times of trouble, war and battle Job 38:22
**See Job 38-41 (It’s the Bible’s richest poetry! This much is my paraphrase.)