One of the wonderful topical sections in all hymnals has to do with creation. Psalm 19 calls us to rejoice that “the heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament (the skies) shows His handiwork.” If we will open our eyes thoughtfully, we will see that all around us every day. We awake in the morning to the brilliance of the sun and hear the delightful songs of the robins and bluebirds in the branches of the trees. We go outside on a clear night, away from street and city lights, and look up into the heavens to see amazing lights, even without a telescope. But if we add that instrument to our investigative arsenal, we are astonished by the realization that every one of those hundreds of billions of tiny pinpoints of light is an entire galaxy, each with billions of stars of their own.
In the spring, we walk outside across bright green grass and are awestruck by the blankets of purple azalea flowers throughout the neighborhood bushes. In the fall, we look across the glassy-smooth blue waters of a lake surface to gaze at the reds and yellows and oranges of the sugar maples in the splendor of their incredible pallet of color. In the winter we can sit for hours in our living room in the warm glow of the fireplace, hypnotized by the snowflakes falling gently and piling up on the branches of the blue spruces in our front yard. And in the summer, we sit on the porch after mowing the lawn, admiring the kaleidoscope of colors from the annuals we have planted … the zinnias and marigolds and petunias and snapdragons, and relaxing near the hanging baskets of ferns and fuchsias.