Nature never taught me that there exists a God of glory and of infinite majesty. I had to learn that in other ways. But nature gave the word glory a meaning for me.
I can’t understand what must be in a man’s mind if he doesn’t feel seriously that there is a God when he sees the sun rise. It must at times occur to him that there are eternal things, or else he must push his face into the dirt like a sow. For it’s incredible that they [the planets] be observed to move without inquiring whether there isn’t somebody who moves them.
Seeing the grandeur of the mountains or the power and expanse of the ocean, it’s not hard to see how people throughout history have found themselves worshipping various aspects of nature. The psalmist was right to direct our attention beyond the mountains to the ultimate source, the Creator God. How fabulous that the Maker of the Mountains is also so personal in His love, so complete in His care!
There is not one blade of grass, there is no colour in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.
Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone but in every leaf in springtime.
Nature is our sister, not our mother; she too has fallen.