I’ve been thinking a lot about creation lately. Kind of because of some great conversations I’ve had and kind of because of the dumbass in Kentucky who has some creationist theme park and is building a replica of Noah’s Ark. I don’t want to link to it because I don’t want him to get the traffic but suffice it to say, it’s there.
My pastor spoke about this in a sermon, partly because she’s from Kentucky, and partly because someone spending $23 million to build a replica of a boat is infuriating. The Bible isn’t a science book, or even a history book. It’s the story of God’s activity in the lives of God’s people. The need to prove your faith by forcing it to be scientific is kind of scary to me. I’ve written before that I don’t know how the world was created, and frankly, I don’t care. I wasn’t there. It’s fine. One of the things Erin said in her sermon was that one of the reasons she’s fine with the theory of evolution is that it’s more in line with God’s character, as far as God being continually in creation mode.
The natural world implicitly declares God’s glory – it basically just oozes praise. God created the world to enjoy it and for it to point back to God. In it, we can see God’s passion, creativity and beauty. It’s like the stained glass windows in medieval cathedrals that were meant to teach Bible stories to illiterate peasants.
God is always at work, God is always creating. Whether we are aware of it or not, we are all sitting in the midst of God’s creative activity. In my head it looks like me sitting in something like a garden or park and there things coming to being and moving around me and I am still in the middle of it, letting God work. “I’m not finished with this yet,” says God. And so I wait.
To the leader. A Psalm of David.
The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.
In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy, and like a strong man runs its course with joy. Its rising is from the end of the heavens, and its circuit to the end of them; and nothing is hidden from its heat.
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the decrees of the Lord are sure, making wise the simple; the precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is clear, enlightening the eyes; the fear of the Lord is pure, enduring for ever; the ordinances of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey, and drippings of the honeycomb.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.