[CF Devotionals] 2008-05-29 - Silent I Bow

Psalm 19:1-3, "The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard."

Creation shows us a little of the wonder of God. It is only a glimpse, but the more photos our satellites send back, and the deeper into space our telescopes reach, the more and more majestic God's creation is seen to be. It is a wonder that with all our technology, more of us do not fall down and worship God who ordered the heavens in such beauty. Even Earth, such a small part of creation, is filled with wonders. I have been 13,000 feet up Mt. Blanc in France, the largest mountain in Europe. It is a true wonder. But I will agree with Charles Spurgeon when he says, "I have never worshipped even in the presence of Mont Blanc, or amid the crash of thunder, as I have at the foot of the cross." When we come to Christ, we know glory as in no other place, for the Creator became part of the creation. Our deepest thoughts cannot penetrate this.

In a rare instance, in one of his sermons, Charles Spurgeon tried to capture some of the grandness of God revealed in His creation. He noted in his journal the lines I will provide below, and quoted them in one of his sermons (#888). He said that, even in all the beauty found in creation, "my heart felt that creation was too scant a mirror to image all her God - his face was more terrible than the storm, his robes more pure than the virgin snow, his voice far louder than the thunder, his love far higher than the everlasting hills." Believer, is this not your experience? Is not God more wonderful, His forgiveness more astonishing each day, His providential care more amazing, and His sovereign love more breathtaking moment by moment? Surely this is our experience, and I commend the following lines from the "pocket-book" of the Prince of Preachers:

Yon Alps, who lift their heads above the clouds,
And hold familiar converse with the stars,
Are dust, at which the balance trembleth not,
Compared with his divine immensity.

The snow-crown'd summits fail to set him forth
Who dwelleth in Eternity, and bears
Alone the name of High and Lofty One.

Depths unfathomed are too shallow to express
The wisdom and the knowledge of the Lord;
The mirror of the creatures has no space
To bear the image of the Infinite,

'Tis true the Lord hath fairly writ his name,
And set his seal upon creation's brow;
But as the skilful potter much excels
The vessel which he fashions on the wheel,
E'en so, but in proportion greater far,
Jehovah's self transcends his noblest works.

Earth's ponderous wheels would break, her axles snap,
If freighted with the load of Deity:
Space is too narrow for the Eternal's rest,
And time too short a footstool for his throne.

E'en avalanche and thunder lack a voice
To utter the full volume of his praise.

How then can I declare him? Where are words
With which my glowing tongue may speak his name?

Silent I bow, and humbly I adore.

Soli Deo Glori,

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