The Song Of Nature

My wife and I visited Bear Mountain State Park. We drove up a steep road to a scenic view point.

At the top, our breath was taken away by the beauty of the mountains. Thick green, leafy trees clothed the mountain peaks, rounding off the rough edges and steep ravines. Then we climbed several flights in a stone tower which gave a 360 degree panoramic view of the mountain and the Hudson River snaking its way along the valley floor.

One of my first impressions was the order of nature. Every tree was accounted for by God. Every green thing in its rightful place and fulfilling its expected function. The mountain heights and depths of the valley long ago was considered and weighed by the Creator. This beautiful canvas was not some chaotic or random mishap. No Big Bang Theory could every have conceived and executed such orderly beauty.

You can't help but feel your spirit lift with such majestic beauty. There arises in your heart a song of worship because all of nature speaks of the glory of God (Psalms 19: 1). But even among such beauty the Scriptures says nature groans awaiting for our adoption (Romans 8:23).

I look at the stately trees and at the strong, immovable brownish-gray boulders resting on the mountain peak. My eyes trace the distant river winding and curving around the mountains. I can't help to wonder if one day nature will break order and worship the Lord, perhaps at His return.

Isaiah says, "For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands" (NIV). And Luke 19:40 says, "If they kept quiet, the stones along the road would burst into cheers!" (NLT).