You are my sight and my discernment.
You are my knowledge and my dream.
You are my hunger and my thirst.
You are my sorrow and my joy.
You are my inadvertence and my wakefulness.
You are the beauty that lives in my eyes,
The longing in my heart, the everlasting life
In my soul.
You are “I,” Earth.
Had it not been for my being,
You would not have been.
– Kahlil Gibran, Earth
All around me the earth is settling down for her winter nap. The last of the leaves are falling, a few squirrels here and there still gathering acorns to put away for the cold and barren days to come. When I take the time to actually stop and think about it, the cycle of nature is awe-inspiring.
To some folks it may just be the result of the northern hemisphere tilting away from the light during the long orbit the earth takes around the sun. And in response to the temperature dropping tree sap runs from the branches down into the roots for self-preservation which in turn produces a kaleidoscope of reds, oranges and yellows before turning brown and dropping to the earth. The animals, sensing the colder temperatures, grow their winter coats without thinking and gather the food or fat or whatever they need for the cold and dark months before spring.
As human beings we think we are so smart. All of the cyclical changes in Nature can be explained by science. Even the long-term effects we are having on our earthly home is explained by science. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the search for truth in medicine or physics or whatever. But there is something wrong when science takes away the beauty and majesty of Nature and strips her of her Spirit.
Is it really necessary to separate science and Spirit? Why can’t they both work in concert, side-by-side? Believing in God doesn’t mean I can’t believe in science. Believing in God doesn’t mean I stop taking the medicine my body needs to function on a daily basis. I thank God for the men and women who discovered the medicine for without it I would die.
If anything, I am more awestruck by the power and majesty of God when science does explain how the world works or how my body works. For me it is just further proof that there is a God.
For the skeptics out in the world – stay skeptical! Keep asking questions, keep attempting to disprove the existence of a Higher Being. Without you, most of the world would be sheep, willing to follow whatever enchanting shepherd comes their way.
For the believers, trust that the God we love and worship is big enough to handle whatever skeptics and scientists throw His way and that ultimately it is up to God to prove Her existence to the world, or to the individual.
Thank you, God for this annual display of autumnal beauty and thank you for the cold silence of the coming winter.
Frosty Morn by Peter Breene