All Saints’ Day. Are you a Saint? Ask me and I’ll let you konw how to be one.
All Saints’ Day. Are you a Saint? Ask me and I’ll let you konw how to be one.
Psalm 19:1 For the director of music. A psalm of David. The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. 3 They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. 4 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun5 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. 6 It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth.
The heavens have been there doing their thing for what is apparently billions of years. Are we going to say that they are telling us about God? Can you really believe that all those hunks of rock, elements and stuff exploding out of stars and the stars themselves tell us anything about “the creator” who has made all the elements out of bits of neutrons, electrons, quarks, and all the other intricate parts that also make us up and it is still rolling along for us to observe?! Or would you like to claim it is all an accident with no purpose? There are whole cultures out there where your only purpose is to decompose into the next soils and plants. And the stars to just explode some millennia. Was David right? Could it really be true that whole songs are written in the heavens (as well as in the DNA of our bodies) about the GLORY OF GOD? Really.
For your prayers, Democratic Republic of the Congo
Margaret Ruth, born October 15th , 10:44pm. 7lbs.9oz. Is the sister to our beloved departed Elizah. Thank all for prayers.