All Creatures of our God and King

“For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.
For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly,
but because of him who subjected it,
in hope  that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption
and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.”
Romans 8:19–21 (ESV)

 On Monday Christi and I took our family to the Omaha Henry Doorly Zoo, one of our favorite “getaways” that the entire family can still enjoy.  It was a beautiful day, the weather was just right, the animals were all out and very active, and the crowds were never so bad that you had to wait in line to see anything.

As much fun as I had exploring the zoo, I had just as much fun watching the family.  There was Isaiah (3), talking with the primates (who were being very loud), yelling and dancing around, as if he fully expected the Chimps and Orangutans to understand him.  Then there was Noah (4), pondering aloud as we were leaving the zoo, “I wonder what species my woobie is?”  (Woobie is his blankie/bear that he sleeps with at night.)  Demonstrating that she still possesses all the speed and dexterity that once earned her acclaim in High School track, Christi made like a “bat out of …”  when she thought that the bats were actually flying loose in the caves.  And not to be outdone, we must not forget how not once, but twice, Caleb put his hand in bird poop.

While zoos can sometimes come across a little heavy handed on evolution and other theories of the origin of life, they are still a place where the faithful can get lost in the wonder and beauty of God’s creation.  Consider the colors of the birds, the ridiculous behavior of the chimps, the sheer power of the tigers, the size and strength of the elephants.  In the butterfly pavilion, I noticed a display that demonstrated the protective designs of camouflage in the butterfly wings.  There is one butterfly whose wings resemble the face of an owl.  Now evolutionist call this adaptation: but I fail to see how that works.  Did the butterfly’s begin to recognize that the birds that were eating them were also afraid of owls, so they decided (by a supermajority vote, of course) to will themselves to change their wing design?  Did they have a poster of the Hoot Owl hanging in their cocoon to help them along the way?  Isn’t easier to simply recognize the sovereignty and majesty of God who had all these things in mind when He called all of creation into order?

Of better watching than the animals, of course, were the people.  One some faces you could see the child-like wonder, on others there was a hidden pain that boiled under the surface.  Each was a creature of God, but more than that, an image bearer.  Each was fallen in need of grace: some had found it and were gracious to all, others had not and were not.

But it was almost as if you could hear all of creation there at the zoo crying out with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.  For all of creation was cast under the weight and futility of the brokenness of our sins, and longs to be set free.  If you were listening you could hear it, the cry to be free from this futility, to be restored to glory, when the Gorilla beat his mighty chest, in the rhythmic cadence of the tiger’s silent guard, in the songs of the trees as the wind rushed through them.

Some may go to the zoo and just see a bunch of animals kept locked up so that the masses will pay to see them.  When I go, I see the wild and diverse creatures of our God and King.  I see the glory of God’s creativity, humor, and wisdom.  And I hear the song of all creation, crying

O praise Him, O praise Him
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

SDG

Thy Word is a Lamp Unto My Feet and A Light Unto My Path

R. M. M’Cheyne

When Israel knew not where to go
God made the fiery pillar glow;
By night, by day, above the camp
It led the way—their guiding lamp:
Such is Thy holy Word to me
In day of dark perplexity.
When devious paths before me spread,
And all invite my foot to tread,
I hear Thy voice behind me say—
“Believing soul, this is the way;
Walk thou in it.” O gentle Dove,
How much thy holy law I love!
My lamp and light
In the dark night.

When Paul amid the seas seemed lost,
By Adrian billows wildly tossed,
When neither sun nor star appeared,
And every wave its white head reared
Above the ship, beside his bed
An angel stood, and “Fear not” said.
Such is Thy holy Word to me
When tossed upon affliction’s sea:
When floods come in unto my soul
And the deep waters o’er me roll,
With angel voice Thy Word draws near
And says, “Tis I” why shouldst thou fear?
Through troubles great my saints must go
Into their rest, where neither woe
Nor sin can come; where every tear
From off the cheek shall disappear,
Wiped by God’s hand. “O gentle Dove”
Thy holy law how much I love?
My lamp and light
In the dark night.

When holy Stephen dauntless stood
Before the Jews, who sought his blood,
With angel face he looked on high,
And wondering through the parted sky
Saw Jesus risen from His throne
To claim the martyr as His own.
Angelic peace that sight bestowed,
With holy joy his bosom glowed;
And while the murderous stones they hurled,
His heaven–wrapt soul sought younder world
Of rest. “My spirit, Saviour, keep,”
He cried, he kneeled, he fell asleep.
Such be Thy holy Word to me
In hour of life’s extremity!
Although no more the murdering hand
Is raised within our peaceful land—
The church has rest, and I may ne’er
Be called the martyr’s crown to wear:
Yet still, in whatsoever form
Death comes to me—in midnight storm
Whelming my bark, or in my nest
Gently dismissing me to rest—
O grant me in thy Word to see
A risen Saviour beckoning me.
No evil then my heart shall fear
In the dark valley. Thou art near!
My trembling soul and Thou, my God
Alone are there; Thy staff and rod
Shall comfort me. O gentle Dove.
How much Thy holy law I love!
My lamp and light
In the dark night.