The person who wrote Psalm 19 suggests that the beauty of nature indicates the glory and handiwork of the one who created it. I have pondered this as I have looked a the majestic Blue Mountains form every angle - with light and shade, floodlit at night and in several daytime moods.
We have not been alone in contemplating it all. Hordes of tourists walk the same paths and I've enjoyed contemplating them in all their variety of voice and dress. Such variety and interest. But why do they take so many photos? What are they going to do with them? I remember how my Dad loved to show his slides - and how Mrs Jaques invariably closed her eyes and went to sleep the moment the lights went out. These people would have a zillion more photos. Do they show them all to friends in interminable slideshows? Nearly as long as Rosie Clarke's dance concert of over 4 hours with 3 intervals. (That bit's for you, Joella.)
And then there are the ubiquitous selfie sticks, some quite small rather like a car side mirror and some over a metre long and held aloft above the crowd. Why do they have to put themselves in the picture? And yet when I went through my Dad's slides I discarded all but the ones with family in them.
Returning to the Psalms I mull over the fact that the writer of Psalm 8 wonders about the significance of humanity in the face of the one who created all things. And yet says that very same creator sees humanity as special - like angelic beings and 'crowned with glory and honour.' Wow, so God really does put us right there in the picture. That's amazing.
PS Psalm 121 asks 'I look to the hills but where does my help come from? ' and replies 'My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.' (GlenB translation.) Those mountains are mighty but even more wonderful is the one who made them, who protects and guides and loves me. Now that's massive...
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