Tonight I sat meditating on the rear porch after the heat of the day had faded. As the trees whispered gently in the warm evening breeze I was reminded of the poetry of Psalm 19:
The heavens declare the glory of God;
The skys proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speach;
Night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speach or language
Where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth
Their words to the end of the world.
As Christmas approaches I am prompted to consider the mystery of the incarnation and its broader implications. Many sense the movement of the Spirit in nature, yet the Christmas narrative affirms that the living God was manifested in nature most fully in the birth of a tiny child two thousand years ago. The mystery of the incarnation has implications that go way beyond humanity, and nature as a whole joins us in celebration.