By Request, ‘In His Time’

This was a special request from Erlene, and I hope I’ve got it right–In His Time, profusely illustrated with flowers, butterflies, and birds. With all this beauty in a fallen world, what will the restored and regenerated Creation be like?

Come you, you’ve got to love butterflies and flowers!

By Request, ‘My Savior’s Love’

I couldn’t find exactly the performance of this hymn Erlene asked for, so I hope this substitution will suffice: My Savior’s Love, Celtic-style, by Maranatha Music.

Really, I can’t help it: I always surrender to beautiful pictures of God’s handiwork, it always moves me close to tears.

By Request, ‘I Then Shall Live’

A bonus hymn today, requested by Erlene–I Then Shall Live, by the Gaither Vocal Band. If the music seems familiar, well, it’s Finlandia, by Sibelius. And how can you not be moved by the gorgeous photos of God’s handiwork?

‘O Worship the King’ (Encore)

I love this hymn–the first hymn I ever taught myself to play on the harmonica. I don’t know who this is performing it, but it’s a beautiful performance and the accompanying images of God’s handiwork–well, I find it very stirring. Don’t you?

Today’s Hymn, ‘For the Beauty of the Earth’

Before we descend for another look at the death throes of rule-the-world secular humanism, this brief reminder of God’s handiwork: For the Beauty of the Earth, performed by Michelle Swift. “Heaven and earth shall pass away,” saith the Lord, “but my words shall not pass away”

But the earth will last longer than progressivism.

A Most Unusual Dinosaur

Original arms

Check this out–and this is only the hands and forearms of a very odd dinosaur.

It’s called Deinocheirus, meaning “horrible hand,” and for a long time this set of hands and forearms was all that was known of it, other than the facts that it once lived in Mongolia and doesn’t live there anymore. Over the years, a few more bits and pieces were discovered, upon the basis of which, scientists have reconstructed this beast as an overgrown “bird mimic” dinosaur. If more bits turn up, they may have to change their view. By “overgrown” I mean, by comparison with others in the group, amazingly colossal. The others were about our size or a little bigger. You can see by the photo that this was way, way bigger.

God created dinosaurs, as He did everything else, and this is a dramatic example of the boundlessness of His imagination and the boldness of His handiwork.

God also removed the dinosaurs. We don’t know why. Maybe someday we’ll get to ask Him; but so far, He has not told us.

Where has He put them? Well, He has the entire universe at His disposal. So who knows?

When the Lord Plies His Paintbrush

I wish I knew how to take my own pictures and post them on this blog. I would’ve had something very fine for you today.

Today we have a dark, rainy, windy day, but I had occasion to go out in it. And as I was driving home from the store, I saw something which moved me to cry out, “Oh! Oh, beautiful!”

They were nothing out of the ordinary–just red maple trees. But during the week that had passed since I last went that way, they’d all been dressed in their full fall foliage, bright crimson, interspersed with a few trees now wearing gold. Their beauty took me utterly by surprise, as if I were seeing them for the very first time.

That’s when it’s a good time to say a prayer of praise and thanksgiving. Who but God the Creator could have painted this scene? And here it was given to me, an unexpected gift.

“For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead…” (Romans i:20)

We can’t see the invisible things of God, but we can see His handiwork, His art: it’s all around us, everywhere we look.

This is indeed my Father’s world.

A Bird With Claws

We can worship God in many ways; and one of those ways is by enjoying and marveling at His handiwork. No matter which way we turn, the work of His hands is in front of us. It testifies to Him, and we do well to listen.

Hi, Mr. Nature here. Behold the hoatzin, a bird that lives in the Amazon rain forest. Its babies are like no other bird in the world–baby hoatzins have claws on their wings, which they can use to climb and crawl and grasp, and sometimes get themselves out of trouble.

Oh, but we’ve seen birds with claws! Well, fossils of ’em. Archaeopteryx had claws on its wings. It also had a beak full of teeth, which the hoatzin doesn’t have. But maybe the hoatzin is the last of the Archaeopteryx tribe.

(If you look closely at this famous Archaeopteryx fossil, you’ll be able to see it had claws on its wings, just like a baby hoatzin.)

Yes, I know, the Evolution crowd will climb all over this. “See! See! Birds evolved from dinosaurs!” Please ignore the perfectly modern-looking bird tracks discovered in Argentina in rocks supposedly dating from the very beginning of the age of dinosaurs. And under no circumstances trouble yourselves with the Protoavis bird fossils from the early Triassic.

We are at liberty to ignore those people.

As we are at liberty to enjoy the Lord Our God in his handiwork.

More of God’s Handiwork: The Archer Fish

Hi, Mr. Nature here with more of God’s stuff that really works, even if our stuff that we invented hardly ever works properly.

Behold the archer fish, a native of Australia and Indonesia. How does he get at the tasty bugs crawling out of reach, out of the water? He folds his tongue into a tube and knocks ’em down with a jet of water. As you can see from the video, he’s very accurate.

I wonder… If you had an archer fish in your aquarium, could you train him to squirt people? But that’s an idle thought.

God’s works are all around us, everywhere we look, all testifying to His glory.

‘All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name’

When I was 11 years old, my folks sent me to the YMCA camp in Blairstown, NJ, for two weeks in the summer. It upset me at first, but I soon got the hang of it.

On Sundays the camp had outdoor chapel service. The chapel was on a hilltop overlooking one of the most gorgeous views of rolling green hills and farmers’ fields you ever saw. I’ll never forget it. And the counselors’ choir sang this great old hymn, All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name. It’s been one of my favorite hymns ever since: hard for me to hear it sung without my eyes getting teary.

The hills, the fields, the cloudless blue sky of that day, and the music, are all the gifts of God.

Enjoy them and give thanks.