Revealed in His Creation

“There is none so blind as he who will not see.” As I admitted in my Easter Sunday sermon, I assumed that quote was in the Bible, but it’s not. That’s not, however, to deny the truth of it.

On Sunday mornings we’ve been looking at the blindness of the disciples and those who witnessed the miracles of Jesus. They just did not want to believe what He was telling them, and showing them. They didn’t want to take their eyes off their own perceived needs, and give up their thoughts about the way things ought to be. And they are not the only ones who are blind to the signs God left behind, and continues to manifest.

On Sunday nights we’ve been looking at the evidence in creation that points to a Creator, and the evidence within us that makes it obvious we have a spiritual nature. The Apostle Paul even went so far as to state that the invisible attributes of God, His eternal power, and His divine nature can be clearly seen in creation, and that which is known about God is evident within us. As a result he said we are without excuse for not honoring Him as God, and giving thanks.

When we left the church last Sunday night I commented to Marilyn about the beautiful sunset. She said it was even more beautiful before I came out, and that I had missed a double rainbow. That’s something I hate to miss, because when God set the bow in the heavens He did so remind us, and even Himself, of His promises. Indeed, even in a dark and sin-stained world, beauty and hope break through if we have eyes to see it.

As we move from April showers to May flowers, may we do what Jesus said we ought to do. “Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory did not clothe himself like one of these. But if God so arrays the grass of the field…will He not much more do so for you, O men of little faith?” Open our eyes Lord!

God Bless, Rick

The Role of Music

We only planned on staying for a couple of hours. We ended up staying until they pushed us out the door. We were exploring what we discovered to be the number one attraction in Phoenix, the Musical Instrument Museum.

We were given headphones, and told to begin in the African section. Each display contained examples of the instruments used in that particular country, and the video gave us a taste of what it was like. We ended up spending too much time in Africa, and had to rush through Europe and North American.

The stated mission of the museum is to foster “appreciation of the world’s diverse cultures by showing how we innovate, adapt, and learn from each other to create music—the language of the soul.” And Marilyn and I quickly noted that much of the music did have an integral relationship with the religions of each region. Others have noted that as well.

I recently read that the Taliban, while not formally banning music, has been stopping performances and destroying instruments. Augustine noted that arts and music kindle desire which finds its home in God. Apparently the Taliban is afraid the God that music opens the heart to is not always the god they want worshipped. The question we must ask ourselves is are we letting music open our hearts to God?

God told Job that the morning stars sang together when He laid the foundations of the earth, and in Revelation we learn that the four living creatures and twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb and sang a new song. Psalm 22 prefigures much that happened on the cross of Jesus, and the writer of Hebrews paraphrases verse 22 by saying “In the midst of the congregation I will sing Thy praise.”

I trust that will be true of us all on Easter Sunday morning.

God Bless, Rick