The Wonder of His Handiwork

The Wonder of His Handiwork

“There is a time for everything … and a season for every activity under the heavens. There is a time to be born and a time to die. There is a time to plant and a time to uproot.” (Ecclesiastes 3)

Summer is one of the most beautiful seasons we can enjoy here in Canada. Myself? I enjoy the sweet smell of wild strawberries breaking through the red soil in the ditch near our home. I also delight in the aroma that comes from the white lacy flowers that line our driveway or the colorful lupines that grow annually along our country roads.

With warm breezes softly blowing across the island, we can relish the intertwined hot days and bursts of sunshine. We can also be assured that a cool evening will follow. But unfortunately, before we know it, summer comes to an end as yet another season is on the horizon. From past experience, we know that cooler temperatures and frosty mornings are next.

Still, the indescribable splendour of the maple trees at this time of year is never really lost on us – even as the next season beckons. Or, even, as the wilting leaves fall to rest on the cool ground. Flower beds and window boxes in their entire array cannot resist the changing weather patterns that dictate the upcoming period of rest that will cross our land.

Indeed, one morning very soon we will enter “Winter Wonderland”. When we step outside and realize that the once green grass is now covered with a blanket of white snow, we also come to the realization that this will be the scene for several months. Very soon, we will hear the sound of snowmobiles revving up their engines, preparing for the runs across the open fields. This sport only adds to the winter’s fun. Soon we will hear the cheerful voices of children sledding on the hillside across from our home.

Recently, I spoke with someone from the Southern United States who had never seen snow fall from the sky or snow piled high on the ground. As I listened, this conversation reminded of how so often, we take our seasons for granted. And at times, take God’s handiwork for granted.

Still, regardless of where we live, winter brings thoughts of Christmas. Soon, people will be traveling to and fro to spend the holiday season with family and friends. Christmas music will be playing everywhere. And somewhere in the midst, there will be an overwhelming desire to exchanging gifts with loved ones. But for me, the joy and peace of Christmas does not stop there.

I believe that exchanging presents is not just a commercial endeavour, decided by the world as a good thing to do. Rather, I believe that the spirit of gift was established two thousand years ago, when God willingly decided that we needed a Saviour to bring us peace, love and hope. Like John 3:16 states: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son so that whosoever believes on Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” Yes, Jesus came to bring us peace and joy, therefore replacing any guilt and shame that we might have with His love and hope.

Dear Reader – please, join me in prayer as we reach out and become a friend to those who are lonely during this Christmas season.

And then, just as the leaves left, here comes spring time again. The sun is shining. The snow is melting. The birds start coming back from the south, making their nests in the trees around our home. Out of the dirt comes food and beauty. The farmers again begin preparing the land, planting their seeds in the hope of reaping an abundant harvest. Flowers once again will be planted in the flower beds and window boxes will be adorned from the colorful beauty of God’s handiwork.

Isn’t’t our God a magnificent designer? “

LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Your Name in all the earth!” (Psalm 8:9)

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