Comments on: When Creation Sings

By: Nick Connell

Nick Connell — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 14:29:34 +0000

Thanks Tim. Your post resonates with me. It does me good to read these types of thoughts often, especially when the pace of my life seems to work counter to slow and solitude and stillness.

I’m also intrigued with the word “wild.” I was listening to the late John O’Donohue speak about the wildness of God, and the need for us to recapture a wild faith. Also, Speaking of Faith recently highlighted O’Donohue: “The Inner Landscape of Beauty” – http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/john_odonahue/. That may be of interest to you.

Psalm 19 has always inspired me. Your post directed me to read that psalm again, after not reading it for quite some time. I instantly remember moments when I was still and in awe of Beauty, well over a decade ago.

1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

3 They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.

4 Yet their voice [b] goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,

5 which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.

By: Trevor Harden

Trevor Harden — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:06:02 +0000

Awesome post. It helped inspire my article over at RockOm this morning…

http://rockom.net/articles/2009/10/12/doctor-my-eyes

By: Doctor My Eyes | RockOm

Doctor My Eyes | RockOm — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 13:56:29 +0000

[...] And the people. The drivers in the other cars transformed from obstacles and non-entities to being viewed as manifestations of the divine, children of God, sparks of divinity. The hustle and bustle of commuting cars was being observed as a cosmic dance. In a few words, everything became glorious and connected. Creation, as it turns out, was singing. [...]

By: DebFarrell

DebFarrell — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:39:14 +0000

Hey Tim, Great post! Brought back such vivid memories…
Growing up, I spent summers on the Jersey shore. I can still hear the sounds of the surf as I played tag with the waves or dug clams for dinner. It really was quite loud or else so all engrossing as I could never hear when I was called to come home.
One day I body surfed with several others. The waves were great! I’d catch one and ride it in to shore. Then, barely standing straight, I’d turn and dive under the breakers until I was out far enough to ride another one in. I did that over and over again for hours.
The last wave I rode in I stood up and looked around. The water and the air were the same temperature. The sky and the waves were all pink and orange and purple with sunset.
Suddenly I realized there weren’t any other riders with me. I stood there taking in the sights and sounds and colors.I wondered how long I had been riding those waves all alone?
Tim, maybe you all should meet at the beach. After all, isn’t that what they say life is?

By: Lauri

Lauri — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 18:53:22 +0000

Tim I loved this Post, as I also often feel closest to God when I am at the ocean. I always feel so in awe of the ocean’s vastness and so much of it is still unexplored. I don’t think we can ever know all of it’s mysterys. I feel that way about God’s love and mercy. I am in awe at the vastness of it and as long as I live I will never be able to discover all the mystery of it. Like I do at the Ocean I can just sit and feel the power of it wash over me.