If only God did more to prove He existed. Wouldn’t faith be easier if God gave us a few signs? Like if He wrote messages to us in the sky? Or if He talked to us in a booming voice from the clouds?
My heart demands these kinds of miracles sometimes. I pound the ground, breathe hard, and cry out, “Show me God! Demonstrate to me that You are here.”
I wonder how often God is answering that prayer, but I am just not listening.
I have a particular idea of the “miracles” that will meet my standard of proof. But what about the wonders around me every day? The ordinarily extraordinary proceedings of life on this earth?
Take, for instance, the sun.
The sun has risen each day of my life. I take for granted that it will be there to greet me when I wake. I assume that I will have its light to help me see. I walk around, unaware of the gravity provided by its anchor. I complain about the heat in the summer and the cold in the winter, ungrateful for the provision of warmth it gives for my survival.
Yes, some believe that the proximity of the earth to the sun could be the grand coincidence that brought forth life.
Yet, when I stop to examine the sun’s energy, I observe strategy. When I pause to admire the beauty of the its light, I marvel at artistry.
Though I often take it for granted, the sun is an ordinary miracle that points me to God.
I am in agreement with the writer of Psalm 19
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. 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 sun. It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth. – Psalm 19:1-6
Isn’t that beautiful poetry? They are the kinds of words I can read over and over again, each time absorbing more of the imagery. As I read these words, I not only marvel at God’s work in creating the world, but also at His work in creating the Bible. He inspired writers not just to write lists and rules, but songs and verses.
The writer of this Psalm marvels at the same thing.
The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul. The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes. The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous.
They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb. – Psalm 19:7-10
The same God who created the sun gave us His Word. Shouldn’t we trust in the provision of the Bible in the same way we trust in the provision of the sun? To acknowledge it as a power that provides us with life?
It is hard to feel that way about God’s Word sometimes. Our pride battles within us. We wonder if God is holding out on us. We think that we know better. We ask for new signs instead of trusting what God has already provided.
And so the Psalmist ends with a request for God’s help. It is my prayer today, too.
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. – Psalm 19:14
Walk through the Psalms is a series reflecting on the beautiful and timeless poetry found in the middle of the Bible. It is an intentional study of God’s Word, grounded in the belief that God gave us the Bible so we could meditate on it, whether that takes us through inspiring or frustrating territory.