The ancient Scriptures contain verses like this: "The mountains and the hills will break forth into shouts of joy before
you, And all the trees of the field will clap their hands." I'm a literal sort of reader. I was no good in the literature course at a public university where I was supposed to find the hidden (usually nasty!) meaning in poetry. I don't think that way. If a writer is writing about a bird, I think it's a poem about a bird, not a drug-he-wishes-he-had, or some other such thing I would never write out loud. So, when I read that nature claps it's hands, then by golly, I totally think it does!
And so, when I'm outside and the breeze flows by, rattling the tiny oak leaves, brushing the large canna lilly leaves, I hear trees clapping their hands. And when I see dappled sunlight – my favorite kind of sunlight – I see creation praising its maker. And so, creation reminds me of God. All of it. From the spiders to the thunderstorms to the flooding river to the ugliest toad.
When I discovered the following video last week, my imagination was alive with the thought that maybe there is music – creation praising its Creator – even when we humans cannot hear it with our mortal ears.
Please listen, too. It's totally worth the wait to let it load.