The Word in Motion

Yesterday on my walk I strolled along a path that winds parallel to the sea shore. Rocks, trees, sea, with seemingly perfect color pallets. I asked Jesus, “Is there anything you want me to hear?” I didn’t hear anything, but felt invited to keep looking at the beauty surrounding me.

The beauty spoke of something. Though I didn’t know what. It was as if the beauty itself wanted to tell me a story. The wind wooshed by, three geese were making a ruckus in the distance, the rocks crunched under my feet with each step, a swallow (at least I think its a swallow, I would need an ornithologist to know exactly for certain) sang a song that was all together too sweet, the water made noise as it splashed against itself, the shore and the rocks, then it made a different noise as it trickled back through the rocky shore making its way home. The sounds and motions were not prompted by human activity, knowledge or creation, they exist and their existence tells a story all on its own.

I again took the scenic route home, allowing my curiosity to be my guide rather than efficiency. I wound my way through streets and observed the faces of those I passed. Their faces also told a story. Their existence tells a story. My heart was feeling each thing in my view. Once home, I finished reading a chapter in Dallas Willard’s Hearing God. In it Dallas spoke to the idea that creation is an extension of the Word. That once spoken, a word from God does not go out and return void, but it completes its work. Always.

I sat in the moment realizing my experience of the sea, the beauty, the sounds and also the people with whom I crossed paths were the very Word of God continuing its work. Beauty in nature, beauty in people, the unfinished  process of growth, all a part of the Word of God that was spoken in the beginning that continues to speak today.

I have had an old hymn on my mind this trip:

This is my father’s world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres

This is my father’s world
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker’s praise

This is my father’s world
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought

This is my father’s world
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet

This is my father’s world
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is king, let the heavens ring
God reigns, let the earth be glad

This is my father’s world
He shines in all that’s fair
In the rustling grass, I hear him pass
He speaks to me everywhere

I leave you with this thought today. May your day be filled with listening to the Word of God, by viewing His Word in motion around you.


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