I rise up each morning to a beautiful sunrise.
And I am thankful to whomever gave me another day to live.
I look out my window and see the flowers of spring in bloom.
I smile at their effortless and even purposeless beauty.
Simple and ordinary things make me aware of the transcendent.
There is something more here than meets the eyes.
Beauty begs for a source and a purpose.
So do truth and goodness. They can’t all be here by chance.
There is a Source and a Purpose to all of this.
I try to wrap my feeble mind around Him.
But He is too high, too big, too almighty for me to comprehend.
I stand in silent awe before His presence.
So, I just try to catch a glimpse of Him at sunset when the day ends.
I try to catch a whiff of Him as I smell the flowers.
I try to sing His song as I listen to the wind.
I try not to know Him but merely feel the warmth of His embracing Presence.
Praise the Lord, my soul!
~ Psalm 146
As Jesus was teaching in the temple area he said,
“How do the scribes claim that the Christ is the son of David?
David himself, inspired by the Holy Spirit, said:
The Lord said to my lord,
‘Sit at my right hand
until I place your enemies under your feet.’
David himself calls him ‘lord’;
so how is he his son?”
The great crowd heard this with delight.