I didn’t know birds could be playful–especially birds of prey, like this falcon.
But makes sense, though, doesn’t it? Every living thing was called into being by our Creator. And many of them He endowed with a sense of play.
Can’t teach a falcon to play chess, though. That pleasure He reserved to us.
We certainly should find that the beauty of God’s handiwork stirs our souls.
This Is My Father’s World, sung by Fernando Ortega.
“Tho’ the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.”
Botany is not something I know a lot about; but I enjoy the little blue flowers that have spring up all around our apartment. If I’ve chosen the right picture, they’re called “dayflowers.”
We haven’t planted anything this year, but the birds and the bees and the ants have been busy dropping seeds and we have a bumper crop of wildflowers. Their color is simply gorgeous.
God pronounced His Creation “very good,” and it shouldn’t be hard for us to see why. He has filled the world with beauty. It nourishes our souls. It points our eyes to our Creator.
And if I’ve misidentified these flowers, it doesn’t detract a bit from the beauty that God gave them.
He didn’t have to create beauty, but He did.
We wouldn’t last two days without God’s providence.
But there is more to His creation, much, much more, than all the stuff that has to be there.
He didn’t have to create so much goodness, so much beauty. He could have created a world that was merely functional. All the little extras He included… those are the things that make life worth living.
For a truly dreadful idea, imagine a world created by human beings convinced of their own wisdom.