Tuesday August 13, 2024
Psalm 104:17-18
Where the birds make their nests; The stork has her home in the fir trees.
The high hills are for the wild goats; The cliffs are a refuge for the rock badgers.
This Psalm is all through a song of nature, the adoration of God in the great outward temple of the universe. Some in these modern times have thought it to be a mark of high spirituality never to observe nature; I remember sorrowfully reading the expressions of a godly person, who, in sailing down one of the most famous rivers in the world, closed his eyes, lest the picturesque beauties of the scene should divert his mind from scriptural topics. This may be regarded by some as profound spirituality; to me it seems to savor of absurdity. There may be persons who think they have grown in grace when they have attained to this; it seems to me that they are growing out of their senses. To despise the creating work of God, what is it but, in a measure, to despise God himself? ‘Whoso mocks the poor reproaches his Maker’. To despise the Maker, then, is evidently a sin; to think little of God under the aspect of the Creator is a crime. None of us should think it a great honour to ourselves if our friends considered our productions to be unworthy of admiration and injurious rather than improving to their minds. If, when they passed our workmanship, they turned their eyes away, lest they should suffer injury by looking at it, we should not regard them as very respectful to ourselves; surely the despising of that which is made is somewhat akin to the despising of the Maker himself. The psalmist tells us that ‘the Lord shall rejoice in his works.’ If he rejoices in what he has made, shall not those who have communion with him rejoice in his works also? ‘The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.’ Despise not the work, lest you despise the worker.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD 
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