
Jonathan Edwards was once found in the forest dismounted from his horse and down on his hands and knees, crying over a patch of tiny wildflowers. I could do the same over my neighbor’s patch of tulips (but for fear of Senior Services carting me away). Sometimes the beauty of creation just overwhelms the eyeballs. God manifests his glory in the grandeur of his creation, in every flower that blooms and countless shades of new green in nature’s spring resurrection, a glorious annual reminder of his promise:
For this is the will of my Father, that everyone who looks on the Son and believes in him should have eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day” (John 6:40).
“Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee, How great thou art … !”
See you in church.
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