Daniel 9

17 Now therefore, O our God, listen to the prayer of your servant and to his pleas for mercy, and for your own sake, O Lord, make your face to shine upon your sanctuary, which is desolate.
18 O my God, incline your ear and hear. Open your eyes and see our desolations, and the city that is called by your name. For we do not present our pleas before you because of our righteousness, but because of your great mercy.
19 O Lord, hear; O Lord, forgive. O Lord, pay attention and act. Delay not, for your own sake, O my God, because your city and your people are called by your name.”

Daniel’s magnificent prayer of confession comes to a climax in these verses. I wonder if Paul had this in mind when he described true, godly repentance in 2 Cor. 7?

Psalm 62

5 For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.
6 He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
7 On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
8 Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah (ESV)

Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God our Father, who loved us and gave us eternal comfort and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts and establish them in every good work and word. 2 Thess. 2:16-17

“Great is the Lord, and most worthy of praise…” Ps. 48:1

In this new day, You are worthy of praise. You are great, beyond what I can comprehend as great. I look at a mountain in its majesty, its massiveness, its height, its girth, its raw beauty…It is great, but not great as You are great.
I look at the sky. It extends over the earth, from one horizon to the other. It is filled with beauty, immensity, space, inpenetrability. It is filled with life, as the birds of the air fly to and fro, on courses that You have determined for them. They go here and there, they are great…the sky is great. It is filled with clouds, sometimes whisps of cotton, sometimes boulders of grey, sometimes dark in their furrows and threatening in their countenance. They are great, the sky is great. But they are not great like You, Lord.
I have seen the sky at night. It seems to go on into eternity. The stars in their courses represent worlds, so called, that are almost inconceivable in their distance from us…but they are there. You know the stars, you know the placement of each one. You brought each one into existence at its appointed time. You will extinguish each one at Your appointed hour. Though the stars and the planets are great, they are not great like You, O Lord.
Great is the Lord, and most worthy of praise…

You have multiplied, O LORD my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us; none can compare with you! I will proclaim and tell of them, yet they are more than can be told. (Ps. 40:5)

“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.” Psalm 19:1-2
“There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.” Psalm 19:3-4a

Although the poet here is speaking primarily of the skies, day and night, declaring that there is a God who has created them, the metaphor extends into all of creation. If the skies above, day and night, declare His glory, how much more does the physical world around us? They are ceaseless in the proclamation. They “declare”, “proclaim”, “pour out speech”, “reveal”, etc. in the light of day and in the lights of night.

I find the fact that the night “reveals knowledge” to be particularly encouraging. It is at night when things can usually be hidden or covered up. God is revealing His glory and wisdom even at night through His creation.

If I listen, I can hear him. And he is heard, whether we try to shout him down with our puny, man-centered thoughts or not. “There is no speech, nor are there words, *whose voice is »not« heard*.* We can try to ignore the voice, but it will be heard. We can try to out-think the voice’s simple declaration of God’s handiwork with man’s complicated explanations and theories of universal origins and developments, but the voice will be heard.


The voice goes through out all the earth. All peoples can hear the voice, see the handiwork, and know that there is One who is greater than they. They try to explain it. They have tried to explain the world and the natural order for as long as there have been people on the earth. Creation myths appear in every civilization and even before civilization. Wherever man has been, he has tried to explain the creation of the world in such a way that he has some relationship to it, but no real accountability to the One who created it.

Although the poet surely intends “the end of the world” to mean the “ends of the earth”, as a repetition of “through all the earth”, I also take it to mean that until the world ends (and by extension from its beginning), the heavens will declare the glory of God. They will proclaim His handiwork. They will go on revealing knowledge of the creator. They will will pour out speech, and they *will be heard*.

May God open more ears to hear the call of his creation to seek the true God in worship.