The Work Of His Hands
The heavens
declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth
speech; night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all
the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched
a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.
Psalm 19:1-6
Why do we have colors? Think
about the processes that turn leaves from green to beautiful fall colors and
then the leaves fall off the trees, only to be replenished the following
spring? So, why the color thing? Scientists can find
no real practical purpose for it. And yet, God put photo receptors in our eyes
to sense color.
God’s goodness is the point in
His creation. His tender mercies are everywhere, everyday. He colored the world
for our childlike delight. He’s like that, you know!
God’s glory shines through His creation.
Our Daily Bread –