Beyond the Sun (Psalm 19:5-6)

It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.–Psalm 19:5-6

Given its role as the primary source of light and warmth on earth–before electric bulbs and furnaces that is–the sun took an understandable place as an object of worship among primitive people. Today, we know better. We don’t deify the sun. We save that sort of treatment for mediocre celebrities or old growth forests. Perhaps, then, we’ve not advanced quite so far as we like to believe.

The natural tendency, it seems, is for humans to worship elements of the creation. When David remarks in these verses on the majesty, the power, and the indispensable nature of the sun, he might be accused of just such worship. However, we need to recall that he began this passage by noting that God had erected a tent for the majestic sun, the powerful sun, the indispensable sun. It is as if he were asking, “Do you think the sun is amazing? Well, I do too! Now let me tell you who hung the sun up there in the sky.”

The natural world is remarkable. From sprawling trees to tiny frogs, I can see wonders all around without leaving my own property. Today, as spring gets started in Missouri, the greening of the grass and the buds on trees declare God’s glory just as surely as the stars in the sky.

Our folly comes when we find ourselves amazed by the grass, leaves, and flowers, the sun, moon, or stars, but we fail to look beyond these to the Creator God who made them all possible.

 

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