As a group of us head out to go camping this week, I found the following post from Dave Dorr a good reminder of some ways that the beauty of creation can direct our minds towards God.
The hikes in Vail, as you can imagine, are breathtaking. Quick-moving rivers, sheer mountain walls, bleach white aspen trees as far as the eye can see, and 13,000 to 14,000 foot peaks rising in the distance all combine for worship to be spontaneous and over-flowing.
Sometimes the heavens part and simple truths are given the weight they deserve.
And if there was one sense I came away with from these excursions in nature it was that I am not creator — I am creature, part of the creation. I needed the Rocky Mountains to remind me that I am not the focus of life.
But it went deeper than that.
Because I am creation other “creations” are not the focus of my life either. When I look for the recognition of my peers or the adoration of persons as my ultimate end then I am asking “creations” to be for me what only the creator can be. Amidst the sheer majesty of the Rocky mountains my heart saw the vanity of trusting in men.
When my world shrinks to the level of just my desires and worldview than I am usually asking other people to attend to me like a god. But I did not make the trees. I did not sculpt a mountain. I did not make a mountain stream dance. I am MADE not MAKER, and that frees me to neither ask for worship from other people, nor worship anything in creation.
(HT: Vitamin Z)