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Psalms 19: 1-3
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.  Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.  There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard.

Notice what the psalmist really does here.  He speaks of Creation as a language.  Notice what the text is asking us to do…it is enforcing God’s handiwork…it speaks to us in a language of its own!

I found the below description of God found “in” Creation.  I believe a teenager wrote the paragraphs below.

Very Powerful!

“I have been asked by some how I can be so certain in the existence of a good God, and I have asked them in return if they have eyes to see.  God has woven himself irretrievably into Nature; left his fingerprints behind to show us where he’s been.  His signature is smeared into the curls of the Milky Way, forever circling above the rim of the world.  God has scattered fragments of himself about the earth like a father hides eggs in the yard before his son’s very first Easter; hiding behind a tree with laughing eyes and waiting to see which of the treasures his child will uncover first.

God is crying out all around us.  He is present in the breathless silence of the snow-smothered mountains; he is dancing with the sunlight that shatters on the ocean’s waves; he is hiding in the decaying moss and crumbling shale in the old forgotten places in the world.  No jagged mountain throws its sharp weight against the sky that is not a testament to his goodness.  The entire sum of Creation, each private and individual act of nature, is God waving hello.”

my mother-in-law was walking from the living room to the kitchen a couple of nights ago, and there it was, a HUGE spider starring her down, not budging.

i jumped up from the coach and there it was, now, starring me down…  so like any smart male I grabbed the closest object, kathryn’s shoe.  then, the spider realized that he had met his match.  (then i heard the oddest soundtrack from the good, the bad and the ugly — clint eastwood eat your heart out!)

the spider juked to the left, then went to the right (moves likened to the late barry sanders), running frantically to the nearest crevasse or corner he could find.  i cornered him and took one swat at the huge critter.  nothing happened…just starred me down!  two swats!!  the spider invariably met his match (puma’s size 6 1/2).

then i did what any noble person would do.  i gave him a proper burial.  i flushed him down the toilet.

george watched on as i tamed, or crushed in this case, the ginormous spider creature.