Without a sound

What beauty language can carry...

From Psalm 19: The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. God has made a home in the heavens for the sun. It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding. It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race.

Nothing I can add.
Nothing I can write can compare.

He adds: The instructions of the Lord are perfect, reviving the soul.

This morning it is drippy dreary, dark as a panther stalking prey at night.

Somewhere in this community there is someone hurting, someone hungry, someone depressed, someone on hospice care, someone with an ego the size of Jamaica, someone lonely, someone in need of a friend.

Somewhere in this world there is someone out there needing me, someone needing you, someone who needs us. Can you feel them calling you? I can.

They need to know the heavens proclaim the glory of God.

We can do this in a couple of ways. We can show it through the way we live, for we can speak without a sound or word. What an image. What a thought.

See, the problem with the Duck Commander is not necessarily his heart (as I can't judge that), but his words that are so vile at times. Perhaps his intentions are pure. The consequences are he runs away those who might need to hear him the best, and he doesn't appear to care about that.

The Psalm closes with the words you might have heard as a prayer before the preacher starts babbling: May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you.

Let that be our prayer this morning. That as the rain stops and the tornadoes (in the Midwest) blow away, we will return to our admiration moments with the heavens.  After all, they speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard.