The Bible Says

God Made The Heavens And The Earth
by Charlie Grier
 

Each A Part Of All
by Augustus Wright Bamberger

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There's a part o' the sun in an apple;
There's part o' the moon in a rose;
There's a part o' the flaming Pleiades
In every leaf that grows.
Out of the vast comes nearness;
For the God whose love we sing
Sends a little of His heaven
To every living thing.

I think I have lived a little neared to God since I have discovered His handiwork in everything about us. We really could not afford to do it, but we have kept 3 bird feeders supplied with sunflower seed and thistle seed all winter long, and it has paid off. We have a Minnesota Bird Book and each time a new bird showed up at the feeder we checked it out and marveled that we had so many different species represented. There were several kinds of finches, several kinds of black birds, two or three different kind of sparrows, a cardinal, chickadees, blue jays, robins, and more.

The beautiful thing about these birds is that they have not changed their wardrobe in 6,000 years. They sing the songs all the other birds of their species have sung; and they have not changed any of their habits since the day God created them (Genesis 1:21).

This season I have also experimented with starting my garden indoors. My study is not large and is located in the North East corner of the house; but I have had cucumbers, squash, pumpkins, pepper plants, tomatoes, and three kinds of annual flowers -- all growing in the light of my North West window! It was just an experiment, but it was a lot of fun! It is all summed up in one undeniable fact, "A man can plant a garden, but only God can make it grow."

Psalm 19

  • The heavens declare the glory of God;
  • And the firmament showeth his handywork.
  • Day unto day utterreth speech,
  • And night after night showeth knowledge.
  • There is no speech nor language;
  • Their voice cannot be heard.
  • Their line is gone out through all the earth,
  • And their words to the end of the world.
  • In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,
  • Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
  • And rejoiceth as a strong man to run his course.
  • His going forth is from the end of the heaven,
  • And his circuit unto the ends of it:
  • And there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
  • The law of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul:
  • The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
  • The precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart:
  • The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.
  • The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever;
  • The judgments of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether.
  • More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold:
  • Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
  • Moreover by them is thy servant warned:
  • And in keeping of them there is great reward.
  • Who can understand his errors?
  • Clear thou me from hidden faults.
  • Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins;
  • Let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be perfect,
  • And I shall be clear from great transgression.
  • Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my rock, and my Redeemer.

God Is The First And The Last

"Nature is like an outstretched finger pointing up toward heaven"

- Uncle Ben's Quotebook

"In the beginning was the Word (Christ), and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made" (John1:1-3 NKJB).

Where Faith Begins
Hugh M. Tilroe

In This old world that God has made,
Are things I'd like to know
I till the ground and plant the seed,
But the corn! What makes it grow?
I'd like to know,
I wish I had the brain to think it through.

I see the rosebud on the bush,
I feel quite well acquainted;
I note the hue, the crimson blush,
But where's the brush that painted?
I'd like to know,
I wish I had the brain to think it through.

The giant in the virgin wood!
Now towering like a spire,
What arm can lift the growing load
And send it mounting higher?
I'd like to know,
I wish I had the brains to think it through.

The birds that fly on a million wings!
That flit from pole to pole,
Whence came their tuneful warbling?
Who gave their song a soul?
I'd like to know,
I wish I had the brain to think it through.

This mortal man I know as "me";
My breath somewhere began;
Whence came my immorality,
The heritage of man?
I'd like to know,
I wish I had the brains to think it through.

And thus the mysteries multiply
To which my eye is dim;
My faith begins to mount on high,
And now it rests in Him.
I think I know,
I think I've found the brain that thinks it through.