Declaring Glory

May 13, 2013

Psalm 19:1, “The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.”

King David of the Old Testament wrote this Psalm to sing the praises of the works and words of God. He recognized the reality of God because he witnessed the overwhelming evidence everywhere every day.

No doubt, for David the star-blanketed night skies heralded God’s presence. God’s artistry displayed in the burnt oranges, vibrant reds, soft pinks and smudged purples of sunrises and sunsets announced the beginning and ending of each day’s duties. The dark blues and smoky grays of storm clouds presented His power and the howling wind, pounding rain, brilliant lightning and crashes of thunder sounded His strength. The changing of seasons pronounced Him as the God of order and consistency and the green earth revealed His provision. Open plains and vast seas spoke of His infinite existence while tall mountains mirrored His stately majesty and solid assurances.

Nature serves up tremendous and truthful testimony to God’s magnificence and might. What about you? Will your voice and actions offer evidence of God to those you encounter today?

Declaring God’s Divinity all Day, PJ
COPYRIGHT ©2013 PJ Gover

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An Offering from PJ: Hope

April 22, 2013

Romans 12:12, “rejoicing in hope, persevering in tribulation, devoted to prayer…”

 cracked ground

From a distance the pastures at the ranch appear to be as pristine as a city park.  But, when you walk across the fields you’ll be surprised at what you find.  Not only is the ground uneven but among the good grasses you’ll notice weeds, thorns, cracks, rocks and gnarled roots from nearby oaks and cedar elms.  Watch where you step; it’s easy to stumble.


Imagine how pleasing it was to spot a tiny pink flower pushing its way through the soil recently.  That little bud offered a glimpse of beauty and perfection in what is otherwise difficult terrain.  It must have endured infrequent rains, hard soil, intrusive weeds, changing winds, varied temperatures, harsh mowing and, of course, cow hooves.  Still, it thrived!


On our life journey neglect, pressure, pain, disappointment and despair follow us and we may fall flat but we have hope.  Our Faithful Father enables us to not only face all that life flings our way but flourish in the midst of it, too.  The next time difficulties threaten; remember the posy with the perennial perseverance and floral fortitude!  Then, whisper a prayer of thanks.


Happily Holding onto His Hope, PJ

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An Easter offering from Eunice; Choose Life

April 3, 2013

This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad! Psalm 118:24

Easter Lily

On Easter we are reminded that the disciples found an empty tomb so that now our hearts may be filled with His life. Our Teacher showed us how to rise above anything even death, to walk in His way. Sunday’s Dallas Morning News Metro section featured several articles on page 1 about ordinary people who had achieved extraordinary things in spite of hardships. The News also reported on the Easter sermon of the new Pope Francis. “Our daily problems and worries can wrap us up in ourselves, sadness and bitterness, and that is where death is,” the Pope said. “Let the risen Jesus enter your life. Welcome him as a friend, with trust; He is life!” Like Jesus, let us choose paths of life and joy.

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An offering from Nancy: Light and Dark

November 11, 2012

In the beginning… God said, “Let there be light.” And so light appeared. God saw how good the light was. God separated the light from the darkness. God named the light Day and the darkness Night.

I’ve heard how trying these days are for those on the east coast who are without power, and my heart goes out to them! They are all eager to get back to having some control over their environment and restore the rhythms they were familiar with.

Our ancestors couldn’t have imagined how we have become accustomed to the availability of power on demand. But the fragility of our human-made environments is not-so-subtly accented by power outages, no matter what causes them.

Musing about how we create much of our own environments made me think how much electric lights have influenced my own sense of what a day is like. How different it must have been for anyone who lived before Thomas Edison gave us a way to light up the night without building a fire or lighting an oil lamp.

I remember long ago seeing a picture of Abraham Lincoln as a boy reading by the fireplace in that log cabin he lived in, and hearing from my teachers how we should admire that he chopped wood all day so that he could read at night. Now maybe the studious image or Abe was a bit romanticized, but it’s true that only three or four generations ago not just everyone could switch on a light on command. Much less a TV or computer or any of a myriad of electrical servants I have authority over.

Pre-Edison, the day was heralded by roosters and other animals who had a sense of the coming dawn. The sky that waited for sunrise was not taken for granted. Now, the shape of my days is different because light is accessible without having to wait for God’s movement of planets and suns. Once the clock radio tells me it’s time to begin my day, I just reach up and turn on my own indoor sun.

And so also my nights are different. Not so long ago, as nightfall approached, daytime busyness settled down considerably. Very few night meetings when wax or lamp oil resources were scarce. Evening entertainment usually meant someone had to go out in the dark. Some cities had oil lamps for some streets, but light in the nighttime wasn’t just everywhere. Mostly the streets were fearful places at night… still are in some parts. Wouldn’t moonlight have been valued differently than it is now?

Cloudless nights might have been glorious in a way most of the civilized world hardly knows today. The stars that I cannot see in my light polluted nights are still there of course. What would it be like to see them again without having to travel many miles for such a view?

What would it be like to applaud the sun rise each morning? What would it be like to sing the songs that go with the first rays of the sun, and the lighting of evening fires and lamps? In the beginning, the whole idea of days and nights belonged to God. Nowadays, in our own ways, we get to join in making the light and the dark, but that is a gift so easily taken for granted. Control of our environment and comfort is part of what helps us survive, but a gift nonetheless. I, for one, don’t want to lose the sense of wonder and gratitude for the rhythms of days and nights that are even more marvelous than electricity on command.




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