From the Word
“Worthy are You, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they existed and were created.” Revelation 4:11
“I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth.” This is the confession of the church on earth which joins the song quoted above, the words of the elders and the living creatures before the throne of heaven in Revelation 4. They cast their crowns before the throne and sing this song. We join that song as we sing, “Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, all Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea.”
This is an easy song to sing when we behold the wonders and marvels of creation. But our human experience on earth goes beyond the “wow” moments of existence to the everyday. How does the wondrous creation of our Father in heaven impact our daily lives?
Consider the plant. A dead seed lies dormant in the ground until awakened by the combination of water, warm sun, and a little lightning. We call this nature. It is actually creation. God continues His creative work by bringing life from death each Spring. We call it natural because it happens each year. But in a world of death and destruction, what is natural about life?
Do we always consider the creative hand that put the fruits of the plants on our table in the plants we eat, or the creatures whose meat we eat, fed by the plants of God’s creation? Sometimes we do. Often we do not.
Our days are ordered by the sun God created and the moon and stars He set in the heavens. We keep track of the time God has given us with technology wrought by our stewardship of His gifts. We take our gifts (abilities) to work, to bless and provide for our families, then bring them home to enjoy that family as the gift they are.
We marvel at the tiny hands God blesses us with in babies, often forgetting the wonder of our own hands that tend to the needs of those loved ones, not to mention the aged fingers given strength and resolve by Giver of all good and perfect gifts.
The 1st Article of the Creed is our confession of our loving Father who has given us literally everything. We give thanks that He sent His Son to bring us back to Him so that we could see our lives as gifts, not simply nature taking its course. Let us continue to sing the hymns of praise to our Creator. But as we do, let us look right where we are and at those around us. All we see and know are wondrous works. In this knowledge we sing, “Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore Thee, casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea.”