“IS not this a most inspiring truth: He so clothes the lilies of the field that they outvie in beauty Solomon’s imperial robes. Not a sparrow shall fall without our Father. He builds the crystal structure of the snowflake as carefully as He rounds out the proportions of the mightiest Sun. He colors the insects, whose painted wing is expanded within the solitudes of a Brazilian forest, as carefully as He tints the glory of the Moon that shines in the face of all mankind. Is not man, the crown of creation’s work, equally a subject of the Creator’s care? Surely, surely. Yes, ‘How much more,’ is the conclusion of the blessed Lord, ‘shall He care for you, O, ye of little faith?’”
WHILE walking up the street one evening during an election canvass, I saw rockets flaring aloft leaving behind them trails of glittering sparks. There was a rush along a graceful curve, a momentary twinkling, a brief explosion, a beautiful display of colors, and then all was quenched in darkness. Over against these flaring rockets―its light momentarily hidden by them―shone the evening star, shone on steadily, shining out brightly when the rockets’ brief glamor had faded into the night. It had been shining since the morning stars sang together the hymnal of creation’s dawn, and it shall shine on until the heavens be rolled together as a scroll, and the elements melt with fervent heat. Here, I thought, is the type of the human and the Divine. The glory of man is as the rocket whose beauty and luster arrest for a moment the admiration of beholders, and fade away forever. But the glory and beauty of Christ, heaven’s “Bright and Morning Star” shall shine on eternally.
O soul turn thou from following the fading luster of earthly honors, and fix thy faith and love upon Him whose glory is quenchless, whose infinite splendor shall illumine heaven and all its innumerable host, “world without end!”
From McCook’s “The Gospel in Nature.”