He's Speaking -- Are We Listening?

“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” (Psalm 19:1-4).

These verses remind us that it is impossible to escape the revelation of the glory of God upon the earth. Yet, most people fail to accept that revelation. Instead, we create diversions that drown out what God is so desperately trying to speak into our lives. Electronic gadgets and modern technology that are supposed to make our lives easier so that we can enjoy life more are, instead, robbing us of the reality of the glory of God that is all around us. Instead of enjoying the snow that is falling outside as a type this note, most people are gathered around television sets displaying radar screens of storm fronts and snowfall predictions while their children are huddled around video games or are surfing the internet. Meanwhile our world has been transformed overnight and is covered with a beautiful blanket of white. There was a time when this happened that children bundled up with their friends and headed outside to their favorite hill to enjoy some of the best times of their life.  Snow forts, snowmen, and snow ball fights have been replaced by pixels of light emanating from screens of various sizes on cell phones, computers, and televisions. Meanwhile, outside, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands . . .”

The sad thing is that we no longer even give Him credit for what goes on outside. It is all caused by ‘global warming’, or as it obviously must be called in sub-zero temperatures, ‘climate change.’ All of which the world tells us has nothing to do with Him and everything to do with us. At times, like the Psalmist, I wonder why He even takes the time for us. We so seldom listen. We rarely stop to look around. And, when we finally do notice something different, we take all of the credit for it or try to put a stop to it. Yet, despite our attempts to drown out His voice and to paint over His masterpiece, He still calls out to us. He still paints for us. He still hopes to redeem us. He still cries out to us from the heavens. Are we listening? Are we watching?